The allied army from the island states of the eastern sea was a regular force. When the death toll reached close to two-thousand people, a group of three brigades of soldiers had been convened. Each of them held onto a shield as they charged towards the Caucasus warriors. They knew that it was impossible for them to catch the guys on the magic wolves using their legs. They just needed to chase them out of the effective range.
The low ranking commander formed his own team and gathered them towards the high ranking commander. Even though there was quite a huge number of casualties, he still had about ten-thousand men with him. As long as they could charge up the shore, the situation could be reversed.
