In the dark swamp.
The air was filled with an unpleasant smell.
"Marshal, we can't hold on any longer."
The soldier was also listless, holding his weapon to support his body not to fall.
"We need backup."
Where were the reinforcements?
The dark swamp was vast and sparse, filled with wandering beasts and magical beasts.
The city could still be self-sufficient, but now they couldn't hold on.
There were only five thousand people in total. They had to face tens of thousands of orcs.
Were these orcs endless?
Things were not going well with the orc.
They used a lot of cannon fodder to attack, but they didn't make a way to break through the fortress.
The fortress was still standing on the border.
It was indestructible.
"This damned fortress!"
The tiger man slapped the table and broke it.
The bear man next to him held his arms and watched coldly.
"They are all fighting."
The lion man who was the chieftain took a glance at the crowd and said calmly.