"Issue my command, prepare to meet the enemy at the city walls," Ye Yinzhu ordered.
The warriors, who had been in a semi-resting state, raised their lances en masse. The clanking of metal armor resounded, mingled with roars of thunder, as if the pressure brought by the enemy forces was being dispersed.
Standing by Ye Yinzhu's side was Cruz, the vice marshal in charge of the southern wall, a marshal from the Landias Empire.
"Should we have the mages start preparing?" Cruz asked in a low voice.
Ye Yinzhu shook his head and said, "The real decisive battle is still far off. The mages are our trump card. We must not deplete their mana carelessly until the critical moment. This is a war of attrition. Whoever fails to hold out first will become the loser. Whoever reveals their hand last may well gain the final victory."