CHAPTER 10
Conal
“Get ready,” Conal yelled, his voice rising above the tumult in front of the city. Raging fire consumed catapults and battering rams while soldiers staggered and fell, flames engulfing their bodies. A few archers launched feeble attempts to bring down a dragon, but mostly dodged the spewing flames.
Conal turned an excited eye to Bedo who stood next to him, a ram’s horn in his hand. “Now, Bedo.”
Bedo raised the horn to his lips and blew three loud blasts.
As Lorkan’s army surged forward and Storri’s dwarves emerged from the forest, Bedo stepped in front of Conal. “General Lorkan told me to remind you that you command, m’Lord.”
The runes tingled on Conal and he paced like a caged animal, the urge to join the battle tormenting him, but he forced himself to take deep bre
