Miles behind the frontline.
Inside a command camp, the leaders of each race gathered together to come up with a strategy.
However, judging by the looks of things and the suffocating atmosphere, it didn't seem like it was going well.
Every eye was exhausted, yet they still looked at the map on the table, trying to come up with any strategy that could stop the enemy's advance.
"We can't keep bleeding like this!"
Unable to bear their losses any further, a dwarf decked out in impressive looking armor from head to toe slammed his hands on the table.
He was Thane Ironmantle, supreme commander of this army. Don't look at his size; his bulging muscles and width, coupled with the massive hammer resting by his side, were enough to tell others not to underestimate him.
What's more, he had the respect of every person here.
"We need to send the other units to back them up."
