In the blink of an eye, the two conflicting troops crashed into each other.
The soldiers in the frontline drew their swords and knives and fought. The soldiers behind them could only wait patiently for an opportunity to squeeze to the front. The ones even further behind got the short end of the stick. They had no idea what was going on in front, but still they kept on pouring into the pathway. The pathway itself was not wide, so now it was impossible for movement. From the outside, one could only see the top of the soldiers’ head. There was no way to discern what was happening in there.
The commanders for both sides looked worried.
Within half a minute, the Queen waved and gave out her order as she stood on the plateau, "Mages, prepare your magic. Release them on my mark." It was evident that she was prepared to tackle this mess with blunt force; the numerous mages surrounding her all nodded their head in agreement and started their incantations.
