Two days later, Orlando brought back the three petrified Fire Drake Eggs.
Velin leaned over the low table, curiously studying the three Fire Drake Eggs. They emanated faint traces of life, something he could sense as a Druid.
He tapped one with his hand. It gave off a crisp sound. A good egg.
"You've worked hard."
"Master, it was my duty," Orlando replied with a smile.
"Keep a closer eye on your brother lately. With no battles to fight, he should focus on training," Velin instructed. It definitely was not because that brat had been wandering around while he himself trained yesterday.
"Rest assured, Master. I'll keep a close watch on him," Orlando promised, patting his chest.
Over the past year or so, Orlando had seen how diligently his master trained. With nothing happening in the army lately, he had been strict with himself and had, for a time, forgotten about his younger brother.
Three hundred meters from the Middle Army's command tent, Hebrew felt a chill down his back, as though something bad was about to happen to him.
On the night of January 10th, several Dwarf officers gathered in a camp outside Marius City's East City Gate to discuss the sudden order issued by General God, the commander defending Marius City.
"General Andra, although we have seven thousand troops, only three thousand are warriors. The other four thousand are refugees who fled West Hill Province. God threw them in with us to make up our numbers. In actual combat strength, we're only comparable to an ordinary Human noble army. We can't be relied upon," a Silver High-Tier Dwarf officer replied quietly.
Andra did not answer. Instead, he turned to another subordinate and asked, "Mitchd, how are things on your end?"
"General, based on the information I've gathered, there's