Gande Launi looked at the green-skinned orcs in the distance.
These creatures had not landed this close to the fortress for a long time, so much so that the rangers didn't even have sufficient troops in the nearby area.
Nightfall was to these demons' advantage, as they had darkvision, which is also why they dared to land at this time before nightfall.
Fortunately, the rangers who came out with him were all veterans. Faced with the orcs' provocations and insults, they just calmly maintained their distance—keeping distance was the best tactic for rangers to deal with orcs, for the orcs couldn't catch up to rangers on two legs, nor could they escape a ranger's pursuit.
What they needed to do now was to wait for reinforcements.
"Knight Commander, do you see it, on the cliff to the north?" A ranger of elven descent alerted Gande.
He turned his head to look at the cliff, where there seemed to be figures: "Someone's there, but who could it be."
