Hold the line to the death?
Human forces were gathering in greater and greater numbers. With nothing but this Tier 3 Fine Grade wall of the Tier 3 Gnoll Territory and fewer than five thousand gnolls, what could they possibly defend?
Anyone with eyes could see that staying here meant certain death.
What meaning was there in keeping us from retreating now and leaving our lives here?
Although the enemy consisted entirely of cavalry, the Half-Dragon and Gnu-man Commander were confident that, as long as someone held them back, they could flee to the Bronze Dragon Territory.
As it happened, the Gnoll Lord did not mind sacrificing his subjects to buy himself time to escape, as long as Fabrio, the Bronze Dragon, was willing to devour his Ancestor Totem and grant him a certain status.
The three of them had stated their intentions after entering the city, and they had reached an agreement to abandon the southern defense line and retreat together to the Bronze Dragon Territory.
Unfortunately, when they tried to report the matter to Fabrio, the Bronze Dragon, they were met with a cold and absolute refusal.
Fabrio, the Bronze Dragon, would not allow them to retreat to the territory. He ordered them to hold their positions and wait for his rescue.
Rescue?
The eastern auxiliary army was also facing powerful enemies, while the Dragonkin Army of the Bronze Dragon Territory had already lost a group of soldiers in its first battle. Fabrio, the Bronze Dragon, had even been so frightened by the human lord that he dared not leave his territory.
Where would reinforcements come from?
And who would come to rescue this remnant of an army?
The Gnoll Lord knew little, and the Gnu-man Commander knew only a limited amount, but Roar, a King-tier Troop among