He soon discovered King Bordabrundese and his dwarf army had emerged from the Graushdem plain at night to slaughter his scattered and retreating orcs as they made their way north to the ruins. “There ain’t many what’s made it here,” General Vylvex grumbled to an aide. He took a full goblet of some sour brew, the excess dribbling down his hairy chin. He wiped his face with his sleeve. “Dwarves in the mountains, dwarves now on the plain, I won’t warned about these here dwarves.” He threw the goblet at the wall, smashing it on the dusty stonework. “General, if we return to Dreaddrac defeated and without the army, you know what our fate will be when the king hears of this disaster,” the aide said, handing the general another crude goblet of brew. “We can’t win against all them men, elves, and now dwarves. There’s too many of them. They’re showing up everywhere.” “Better to make a stand here behind these ruins than to be caught out in the open like at Graushdemheimer,”
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