"…."
"What is going on?" – said the dwarven king as he started on top of his castle tower, using the telescope and seeing how countless dwarven corpse lying dead alongside their golems being turned into scraps, including even Molten Blood Drake Wrecker that were just deployed and were already getting destroyed.
(We are losing?!)
(We are losing pathetically?!)
(No!)
(The wall are still standing strong and we still have a lot of ammunition!)
(But at this rate they will...SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!)
(This wasn't supposed to be like this!)
(We should be destroying them one sidedly! THIS IS WHAT OUR GOD TOLD US WHAT WOULD HAPPENED!)
(THAT WAS THE PART OF PROPHESY!)
(BUT SO FAR NOTHING HAD BEEN GOING ACCORDING TO THE PROPHESY CONTEXT!)
(We did expected these cowardly lesser races to back away, but not so fast nor we expected… SHIT!)
(Those god dammit lesser gods! They were also useless!)
*BOOM*
"?!"
