A change in the wind happened quickly.
It was a peaceful night ten minutes ago, but now, the first bell of war rang.
A messenger came to the army besieging Imla City, an alert that the main army would attack the city.
Considering the Empress has told them to only surround the city, this decision came as a shock for them, but none of them questioned it, as the messenger was none other than Captain Gelmar. Everyone could recognize him easily from his silvery hair.
"Charge!"
Gelmar pointed his sword forward, sharp and gleaming with power, a gift from his son.
Rumble!
Almost instantly, the frontline, a full barricade of Orcs, Tigermans, and Dwarves, unleashed a battle cry and surged forward like a sea tide—quaking the ground underneath them. Fighting for the empire was an honor, especially with the promise of peace at stake.
On the other side, the Werewolves prepared themselves to defend the walls.
Five hundred meters from the gate, the Dwarves picked up their pace.
