361. Wilful Prisoners 

The earth beneath their feet shook as the thunderous hooves of the Barbarian horses approached the Winter Army with malevolent intent. There were nearly a hundred thousand of them, and all were fit, clean and full of energy. It was clear the leader of the Storst faction had not brought his entire army before and was awaiting an opportunity to strike. 

"Lay down your weapons and surrender! We wish you no harm unless you dare attack us!" The heavy voice of Elder Chief Koruk bellowed in the darkness of the night. 

The barbarian soldiers surrounded the Winter Army from all sides and brandished their swords or spears. This was different, the Winter Army knew. Fighting the undead was easier as their attacks were predictable. But here, fighting a human army that had greater numbers while they were tired, it was suicide.