“I hope there are enough darts...”
“There must be, Clarice. We have been waiting for this fight for too long!” Kalborg replied.
Oloice came running. “Look down there,” he said, pointing beyond the whole army.
“The General,” replied the elf quickly. The sight of the most feared tulvar in all of Draelia shook their confidence in the wall to their cores.
In the meantime, Zund, who observed the development of the battle attentively, had noticed peculiar movements among his troops; some infantry units had kept too far from the frontlines, and if they were forced to launch an immediate attack, they would, in being too far, risk ruining the assault.
“Order those units to join the others!”
He waited for the order to land, but they did not move.
“General!” A messenger caught his attention. “
