“That bastard! If he is leading the attack then they won’t even spare the villagers.” The High Emperor’s eyes twitched in apprehension as he thought about the thousands of defenseless Ordinaires living in the surrounding villages.
“Malkoth’s Vanguards have already started slaughtering the villagers. The outermost village has been turned into a slaughterhouse. We were too late, your majesty,” informed the elven Sage.
“Ready our defenses and notify the nobles! Send reinforcements to the northern villages,” commanded the High Emperor.
The elven Sage acknowledged his orders with a bow and ran down the stairway.
“Lord Jake, I don’t know why the warlocks chose to attack us but now we don’t have any options. We must engage them in battle! My men need me on the battlefield. I’m counting on yo
