"War Cloud! Nazgûl!" Ismir gazed at the distant War Cloud, panic filling his eyes.
"Call for reinforcements! Hurry!" Ismir grabbed Ymir.
"Retreat first! Get all the civilians out! Everyone! Leave the soldiers behind to hold them off! Quickly!" Ismir immediately pulled Ymir back and roared.
"Boom!" A scarlet Magic Signal Flare exploded in the sky. Lulong Fortress on the opposite bank instantly launched signal flares as well. Translucent hexagonal shields rapidly appeared and joined together, enveloping the entire fortress in an instant.
"Whew... the fortress is safe!" Half the weight in Ismir's heart lifted. Now, he had to figure out how to keep the several thousand people under his command alive.
"Damn it! We need to find a way to retreat!" Ymir's face darkened as he looked at the dust clouds and War Cloud in the distance.
"Retreat! Retreat! The Orcs are here! The Orc army is here!" Soon, Goblin Knights drenched in blood charged out of the forest atop Tutu Pigs. The scouting cavalrymen squeezed through the barely opened city gate with panic written across their faces.
"Boom!" Windhelm City's western gate slammed shut. Heavy stone blocks were lowered, sealing off the gate completely. From that moment on, there were no more friendly units to the west.
"My lord, you need to withdraw!" Haro, commander of the Nature Guardians, anxiously grabbed Ismir's arm and tried to drag him back.
"Lord Ymir, please take Baron Ismir and retreat! We will hold them off here and cover your escape! The Nature Guardians will not tarnish my lord's name!" Haro said, carrying his spear as he nodded at Ymir.
"Retreat? Where would I retreat to? What pioneering noble ever retreats? As long as I live, the city stands!" Baron Ismir roared. To a pioneering noble, losing land was more terrifying than losing