"Then, while we make our preparations, let us borrow the Silver Oak Tree named Fardorn."
"For what purpose?" Ithilien asked, confused.
"To help our new allies, of course."
...
The northern Dark Land, at the forefront of the Felder line.
On this front, named for an Undying Monarch who had fallen long ago, the Black Teeth Mercenary Corps used the crumbling walls of ancient ruins to erect crude bunkers and fortifications, maintaining a standoff with the massive Goblin Army across from them.
But the Mercenaries defending the bunkers knew full well that without advantageous terrain, they and their fortifications were a joke in the face of the goblin tide.
If the goblins ever decided to launch an all-out charge, their meager numbers and pitiful defenses would be instantly overwhelmed.
When that happened, the only thing they could do would be to drop everything and flee for their lives.
