In the camp of the Dwarven Army, within an ordinary military tent, the core decision-making team under Ange was discussing there.
"This fort is very standard, with palisades, pitfalls, magic ground net, anti-air crossbows, uninterrupted Eyes of a Mage's Eye, defence towers. It's well-organized, and any attack from any direction will encounter layered firepower. They are indeed the elites that retreated from the Land of Fallen," Negris admired.
Anthony grimaced, somewhat unimpressed, but he said nothing.
Given the chance to arrange, he could make it better and tighter. However, he could not deny that the current setup, though less than perfect, was more than enough to handle their current situation. They were, after all, only encamped temporarily.
Even Anthony had to admit that breaking such a defence in a short time would be quite challenging. If given more time, the enemy would upgrade their defence. It would not be easy to breakthrough without suffering heavy losses.
