Third Person's POV
Victor had long held a grudge against him, but over the past three years of attritional warfare, his team had suffered seventy percent casualties. They now relied on chewing ice grass roots to stanch bleeding, lacking even healing potions.
Without the Western Tribes' aid, Frostbite and Darkclaw Towns would eventually fall.
"Enough yapping!" Victor crushed the Frostwolf horn at his waist with his wolf claw. "Aim the crossbows at the one wielding the gilt blade—take out Alpha Lance, and his wolves will scramble like headless direwolves!"
War drums thundered as Alpha Lance's undermanned force of two hundred thousand clashed with the enemy's four hundred thousand.
The moment drums shattered the morning mist, battleflags and totems collided.
Adelaide trusted Lance's gam
