"The progress of this campaign has been pathetically disappointing," the Royal Inquisitor said coldly. "Do you know why His Majesty sent me here? I am here to personally observe your performance. I am here to report what I see. And what do I see? A clueless army that can't get anything done properly!"
Today marked the second day since the proud army of Britannia had marched toward the Borderlands.
And for the second consecutive day, they had retreated to the Stoneguard Fortress. Again.
What made this retreat particularly humiliating was the fact that their enemies had chased them until they were a mile away from the fortress.
The Pteranodons only pulled back when General Vogel unleashed countless arrows made of light from the ramparts of the fortress to chase them away.
However, the damage had been done.
Over two thousand people had died in that retreat.
The Pteranodons, which had aerial superiority, dropped boulders and trees from the sky, killing many people on the ground.
