Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The two sides collided, causing numerous supernatural beings to run into the spears of the soldiers but even that wasn't enough to kill them. Damon stood aloof with furrowed eyebrows as he watched the werewolves run off the impaled bodies of their allies and jump past the Frist defensive lines.
Shit!
Damon sneered in his mind but refused to leave his post. The first general to show himself in battle usually loses. If it were in his original Immortal body he wouldn't bother but this body can be killed.
Damon sat with a calm look on his face as he looked at the miniature war map laid before him and he pondered deeply. He had just a few minutes to make a decision before the first defensive line gets wiped out.
In his past life, Damon led an army at a young age against the true bloods of blood mountain. Back then Klien was still at the academy for mages, so he was sure Klien couldn't best him in war tactics.
