"The human troops are coming! Get inside the city!"
"Warlord Daakara, there are humans everywhere. By our initial estimate, they have at least four or five thousand men."
Zul'jin had staked everything on a surprise attack against the Sun Sanctum, stripping the Amani Royal City and the surrounding villages and towns of all their elite troops.
With fewer than three hundred Troll soldiers left, Zul'Aman was practically an empty city.
Daakara stood on the ramparts, gazing at the forest nearby. Gleaming silver-white armor advanced steadily toward him, its reflected sunlight filling him with unease.
"All soldiers, switch to bows! Our walls are tall and strong. The human soldiers will need at least three days to break in. After three days, Chief Zul'jin's reinforcements will arrive, and these damned humans will die without even a place to be buried!" Daakara's deep voice rang with stirring conviction.
Daakara did not know whether Chief Zul'jin's reinforcements would come. But he knew that once the gates fell, every one of the Guards defending the city would die.
Three hundred elderly, weak, sick, and wounded soldiers against four thousand elite humans-the stronger side was obvious at a glance.
But Daakara had to tell that lie. Otherwise, his only choice was to lead everyone in surrender.
Though the Troll soldiers were the army's elderly, weak, sick, and wounded, they had once belonged to the Royal City's elite forces before being weeded out. Their fighting spirit was still reasonably strong.
"That's right! Our walls are tall and strong. Even the Elves' magical forces couldn't break through our gates."
"The humans slaughtered so many of our brothers and sisters during the orcs war. We can't let them get away with it. They must pay their blood debt!"
"Hold the gates and kill them all! We've already won a