Including some auxiliary troops, the total counted up to almost three thousand people.
Deng Bin, clad in leather armor, with a knight's sword at her waist, her face cold.
Approximately 300 meters outside the city, hundreds of well-equipped dwarfs were marshaling their forces.
Preparing to lay siege it seemed.
Recently, the dwarves had been particularly active.
The patrolling soldiers always brought back news of dwarves attacking nearby territories.
Moreover, they had even seen humans, bound in chains like slaves, being led towards Eight Peaks Mountain.
Although Deng Bin realized that the dwarves might turn against her at any moment,
She still held onto a slight glimmer of hope.
Hoping that the cooperation between them that had lasted for a while could still maintain the peace.
But now, with troops being congregated beneath the city gates, her wishful thinking seemed incredibly naive.
