Monto's patience was limited. At least he thought he had given the dwarves enough respect during their two previous exchanges, but these short fellows showed no signs of compromise, which ignited anger in the Beastman Marshal. In the Beastman world, power commanded respect. He could always negotiate after he had shattered their confidence, so with a heavy wave of his right hand, the war the Solomon Tribe had initiated against the dwarf race finally began.
The Wolf riders did not move. As a mobile military unit, the hilly terrain was not a prime battleground for them. Ten thousand wolf riders, still divided into ten squads, lurked around the hillside, observing the battlefield situation. In case any dwarf managed to break through the encirclement and escape, the long knives held by the wolf riders would prove to be the deadliest weapon to stop them. It was the ten thousand Bearman Heavy Infantry that truly constituted the main force of this battle.