The Wildland bandits' timidity did not last long. Just one day later, when the sun had barely begun to sink westward, warning horns sounded from the arrow tower.
Looking out, countless figures could be seen moving and loitering along the horizon.
They were bandits gathered in droves. They were still hesitating and waiting, having yet to summon the resolve to fight to the death, but this process would not last long.
The Dwarf warriors quickly assembled, and the High Mountain Keep guards were ready as well. Everything was tense yet orderly. Everyone had long been prepared for this battle, which would come sooner or later.
Richard and Sendak each led all their melee infantry out from the protection of the walls and formed up before them.
The Dwarves planted their heavy steel shields on the ground. The silent warriors stood like statues of steel.
This was only a wall two blades high. Defending from atop it was unrealistic.
They had to protect the wall as much as possible and buy time for all the ranged units behind it to attack. Only then could the wall's defensive value be maximized.
"It's a pity. If only we could delay them for one more day." Sendak carried his warhammer, his voice full of regret.
With one more day, perhaps they could resolve the bandits effortlessly once the Titan Source Essence changed. With one day less, a brutal, bloody melee was unavoidable. It was only a single day, yet no one knew how many lives it would consume.
The Telescope Tube was an excellent tool for reconnaissance. It could not only detect enemies in advance but also observe their forces in detail.
They were facing the worst situation they had anticipated—the Wildland natives from different tribes had actually reunited for the time being under