There was no time to lament on what had happened. At the moment, Tristan could only try to do the best he could with whatever he currently has.
Now that he was in full control of the two hundred plus lawless, disorganized greenskins, he really should start preparing for the incoming battle now. There was no more time for him to waste as barbarian attacks could come at any time from now on.
Luckily, he still had one piece of good news, which was that the dwarves finally decided to help. However, what made Tristan unable to help but imprecate was that it was just the two apprentices.
That's right. The master apparently decided to take a nap at the keep, throwing the job at the two.
Sleeping at times like this, the dwarf was probably the bravest of them all as not even Tristan, with his near indestructible body, managed to do so.
