A Troublesome Foe… For The Enemy
Outside Alastine capital in the joint command tent for the Blackstone Empire and Mytheth Lenora, General Woodrow and Amier were trying to come up with plans to take out the shield that was blocking them from progressing any further. "What should we do at this rate, we will run out of supplies before we can even leave a scratch on the barrier!"
General Woodrow was starting to get impatient. No matter what they did or tried they failed each time. He wanted to finish this up and return home so he could be with his wife and kids! "Amier, is there no way?"
As he asked this question a figure appeared in front of them. It was an old elf with a distorted look on his face. "You two fools! Why is it taking you so long to conquer this backwater kingdom!?"
"Sir, they have someone assisting them! The barrier around the capital is impenetrable!" Amier's normal lofty attitude disappeared as he bowed deeply to the old elf explaining the problem.