Kiros worried about what would happen from now on. He didn't know yet, but the goblin leaders had acquired information that there was some important relic beneath Gastros, which would cause them to fight with even greater ferocity.
Of Gastros' sixty thousand evolved beings, fifteen thousand had already perished, and another fifteen thousand had wounds of varying degrees, acquired during the battle. Of the remaining thirty thousand, twenty thousand were willing to fight to the death, with the other ten thousand fleeing in a moment of carelessness by the guards. Of the 250,000 normal humans, only 100,000 remained, with them suffering the greatest casualties in the battles, with children, the elderly, and women using their lives as shields to give the allied troops a chance to strike the opponent once more.
Wolveros had called for reinforcements from his affiliated wolf clans, but they managed to send only one thousand (evolved) werewolves and ten thousand wolves.
A week passed with only minor skirmishes taking place, and through the underground tunnels discovered by Narek, more than 300,000 refugees took shelter in the city.
But why would anyone take shelter in a besieged city, you ask?
The situation outside the city is much worse, with humans and their affiliated races serving as food for goblins, orcs, demons, and fallen angels.
And with several of the neighboring cities having been conquered, the situation in Gastro is still acceptable, with weapons being produced daily using reproducible internal resources (such as runic roots and magical technology) and huge food reserves available.
A few more days had passed, with only defense test skirmishes taking place. Kiros had a bad feeling and told Narek to inspect the defenses again.
At that moment he heard a sound that made his heart race and his hands tremble.
_Azzu´rat!_ A goblin wizard roared, invoking a power of nature.
A lightning bolt as thick as an ancient tree pierced the sky, struck an outer wall, and created a massive opening with the mounted goblins rapidly advancing to seize the advantage.
Kiros had a difficult choice on his hands: either he tried to repel the goblin attack, or he abandoned the city and evacuated as many people as he could underground, with many dying along the way, obviously.
He still had about 5 pieces of magical artillery produced by the magical factory of the kingdom of Magnus.
Calling Narek and Wolveros, he warned them that they would defend to the last man, that Narek should prepare the artillery, and that Wolveros should remain on alert.
This battle would go down in the history of the planet Arkania as Gastros' Wall of Life.
The battle that united wolves, men, and rats against a horde of goblins, and that no combatant, regardless of their species or strength, would retreat in the face of certain death.
The artillery fired, bringing with it a sharp roar that blued the sky, its shots curving and hitting hordes of goblins who, in a frenzy, threw themselves against the humans.
A noise that no one expected to hear occurred, steel boots marching, heard more than 25 km away, in absurd quantities, with a small chant accompanying:
For the Fatherland We March
For the Fatherland We Die
For Sparta We Fight
For War We Live
For Cornelius!
It was a strange military march, with magic being used to amplify the sound.
On the faces of everyone on the battlefield, different emotions were noticeable: from the humans, relief at having reinforcements and strangeness at seeing Spartans here; from the goblins, despair and fear.
Of the great nations, the Spartan kingdom was the most militarily capable and the most eccentric of all, with its inhabitants living a military life from the moment they were born until the moment they died.
Insane, ruthless, and fearless, that's how they were in battle, not always the most technologically advanced, nor the strongest, but always the victorious.