However, one piece of information in the report caught my attention and elicited a chuckle. "The Merlock army consists solely of infantry?" I couldn't help but find it amusing."The Merlocks have always looked down on humans," I mused aloud, contemplating the surprising revelation."But why would they make such a mistake?" I continued, directing the question to Wise."Do they think that our army is the same as theirs? That we would simply send out knights to fight them in the fields where they have an advantage?" I speculated, seeking to understand the Merlocks' flawed strategy.Wise nodded in agreement, confirming my suspicions. "That's indeed the case," he concurred."Are you sure the beastmen that we captured are telling the truth?" I questioned, not because I doubted Wise's reports, but because I harboured scepticism toward the information provided by the beastmen."It should be true," Wise replied, his tone confident. "When I heard the information from the captives, I also had a

Morven trudged on, his weary footsteps echoing softly amidst the towering trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance. Each step felt like a burden as he pressed forward, his head throbbing with the strain of the journey. The once lush foliage now appeared desolate and parched, its vitality drained away by some unseen force.His skin prickled with discomfort, the dryness of the air sapping away any trace of moisture. It was as if the very essence of life had been sucked out of the environment, leaving behind a barren wasteland that offered little solace or respite.The weight of his backpack bore down heavily upon his shoulders, the clinking of armor and the weight of weapons serving as a constant reminder of the impending conflict that lay ahead. Each piece of gear felt like a burden, adding to the physical and mental strain that Morven already endured.But amidst the physical exhaustion and the oppressive atmosphere, it was the gnawing hunger and the gnawing thirst tha

Wise chuckled lightly. "Archers, don't waste arrows. Get into shooting positions and shoot only when instructed!" The archers replied in a single sentence: "Understood." "Hold your fire," Wise commanded, his voice cutting through the tense silence. "Let them come close. We don't want to waste a single arrow." A grim satisfaction flickered across his face. "Our first volley will be a hammer blow. It'll cripple their morale and thin their ranks." I offered a curt nod, acknowledging the brilliance of the strategy. Yet, a sliver of unease gnawed at me. What if the arrow storm faltered? What if enough Merlocks survived to reach the walls? The consequences of a breached wall were too grim to contemplate. With a nod, Wise acknowledged the trust placed in him. "Understood, my lord. We'll maintain our defenses and be prepared for whatever they throw at us." As they discussed the situation, it became apparent that the Merlocks were probing their defenses rather than launching a full-scale

“Crazy!”Aldo's arrow, released with a confident aim, found its mark, burying itself deep into the Merlock's neck below the fortified wall. The armour, meant to protect, was no match for the sharp projectile, and a gush of blood spurted out, painting the ground beneath the beast.But, to Aldo's disbelief, the Merlock did not falter. Instead, it looked up at him, its face twisted into a maniacal grin as if the arrow was nothing more than a bothersome insect.And, in a gruesome display of defiance, the Merlock yanked the arrow out of its neck, leaving a gaping wound that only seemed to fuel its ferocity.The sight of the Merlock's resilience sent a shiver down Aldo's spine, but it also ignited a fire within him.The Merlock's defiance was a splash of red, a crimson tide that painted its body and the ground beneath it. It was a testament to its fearlessness in the face of death, a statement of unwavering determination in the midst of war.But that defiance came at a cost.The Merlock's l

"The prognosis is far from favourable," Wise maintained his composure, unclouded by the thrill of the moment. The unforeseen tenacity and audacity of the Merlocks left him taken aback. He had not anticipated such ferocity from a bestial race. The Merlocks had underestimated their adversaries, but Wise, too, had not given the Merlocks the consideration they deserved.Wise observed the archers stationed atop the city wall, their rapid-fire volleys taking a toll on their hands, leaving them numb, and their spirits dampened. The Merlocks' relentless onslaught brought them ever closer to breaching the wall's defences. If the assault persisted at this intensity, the city wall's collapse was inevitable[1][3]. The Merlocks' tenacity and unyielding approach posed a significant threat, and Wise understood the gravity of the situation, recognizing the need for a strategic response to counter their adversaries' tactics.A resounding thud echoed through the air, capturing Wise's attention. The f