But unfortunately, there's nothing here, no thirteen-meter-high sturdy walls, nor powerful Elf Mages, only a blood-soaked battlefield of slaughter on both sides.
The Dwarf was right; sometimes deep moats and high fortresses are the most direct manifestation of powerful tactics.
If there were a thirteen-meter-high fortress wall here, with a moat thirty meters wide and twenty meters deep, these monsters might all die trying but still fail to breach the walls.
As he was thinking, a sudden loud crash came from the front line; Dorglin's face stiffened, his beard quivered as he shouted excitedly, "Not good, those stupid Cyclops finally managed to pull something off!"
Following his gaze, everyone saw on the front line, amid the smoke-filled battlefield, a large section of the city wall had completely collapsed, creating a gigantic breach.
