Thread:Tybereous/@comment-27168578-20160512214706/@comment-25606723-20160518191024

"Shit!" White Fang says on top of the second wall. "Well, now they have around 9000 again. Well, I hate to do this, but it needs to be done. Send someone to Grushnashk-Ardashk. we need help."

A messenger is sent by a secret passage.

From another secret passageway, several thousand elven Warg riders, infantrymen, and archers march towards Sorthog's army from behind...maybe this is why the elven numbers seems so small...

Unfortunately for Sorthog, Tybereous was expecting this. He dodges to the side before the blade even gets within an inch of him, and brings one of his now drawn swords down on the back of Sorthog's head...