“We can’t stay out in the open for much longer! Our shields can’t sustain so much damage. We need to fall back!” cried Lionel’s second in command.
“If we go back now then all our efforts will have been in vain. It is our duty to defend the wall!” said the younger swordsman at his side.
“What do you propose then? Should we just wait for them to destroy our shields and kill us?”
“We should charge at the troll Brawlers gathered near the northern wall. If we manage to smash their frontline then the Hurlers are bound to pull back.”
The other swordsman’s face turned pale in fear. He looked at his comrade’s eyes and said, “You are really insane! Charging into a horde of 30 trolls means certain death!”
“We managed to slay these 10 trolls didn’t we? Now it’s time to up the stakes! For the king
