Army Maquis silently watched the carts making their way into the city, his 20 orc followers seemingly having received prior orders, dispersed and followed different carts into the city.
Eventually, only Army Maquis was left outside the city, facing the Third Centurion and the Snow Kingdom ironclad army alone.
"Hmph, it seems it's just you and me left out here, men," Army Maquis coldly addressed Blight.
Blight's face turned ashen, but he had no retort.
"Ironblade City has cost my army dearly. The weapons you've brought are insufficient," Army Maquis continued.
"The quantity of military supplies was agreed upon in advance; you cannot..." Blight started to object.
"Front five ranks!"
Army Maquis, ignoring the Third Centurion's protest, bellowed, "Drop your weapons and leave! Or else, die!"
His roar, akin to a lion's, reached the ears of every member of the Snow Kingdom ironclad army, quickly spreading panic through their ranks.
