Dralmer was half dead, he was as pale as snow, but it would be worth it as in 2 minutes, the 30 minutes mark would be achieved. The magic would be completed by that time, and those wounded soldiers from the previous engagement would be able to walk.
Frigs smiled as he watched at his pocket watch and shouted to the men, "2 minutes! If those orcs did not attack in two minutes, then we would retreat from this place!"
The 500 men lined up nodded with a straight face, some slightly smiling, they may have chosen to pick their honour or perhaps, bravery. However, Frigs felt that in the deepest soul of those men that they would chose to keep their lives, if they had the chance that is.
The same applied to Frigs as he was not in that world to sacrifice his life for some empire he found out a few years. Sure, it might be a new beginning in a whole new world, but his mission was for the goblins' race of freedom.
