The adjutant wanted to object, to say that the enemy was hardly an elite army. In his experience, humans had always either cowered behind castle walls or been on the run.
But the words died on his lips as he recalled General Curry's disastrous defeat.
Decades ago, Curry had been a renowned general of the Empire. Now, long past his youthful days, he had still been utterly crushed by the humans. No matter how one looked at it, the army defending the city was far from simple.
"General, General, we have a situation."
A messenger ran over to report.
General Griff raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?" General Griff asked.
"The soldiers have discovered a problem with the local water source... It has a strange taste," the messenger said.
"A strange taste?" General Griff frowned. A water source was vital to any army, especially since he was leading nearly twenty thousand men.
"Take me there at once."
...
"General, this is the place. This is the largest pool of water nearby.
