When the Bolgrut troops appeared in front of the low city wall, we began the final phase of our plan: an all-out attack, leaving nothing in reserve. All of our magical ability was triggered at once.
You had to hand it to the Bolgruts that at least they were a proud people and they charged forward without hesitation. But they fell like flies, and the few that reached the front were finished off by the rankers who were at the foot of the walls.
When the dwarves were at a distance, they charged from behind, disrupting and disorganizing the enemy lines.
In hand-to-hand combat, they were powerful enemies, but the union of magic, skill, Qi, and superior and better-positioned forces was leading them to perdition. Perhaps if the other column of their army arrived, they would have a chance, but we were not going to wait for that.
