The troll chieftain no longer entertained the thought of acquiring the territory, at least right now. It was a brute and wasn't much of a strategist, yet its experience as a warring tribe aided in its decision.
There was no winning this battle.
Even if they won, the chieftain knew that they would have to sacrifice. And if they truly were fighting the strongest here, then the others would fare much better in the end.
From the thundering sounds in the direction further across from it, the chieftain could already tell the lizardmen were facing the drake. That meant the goblins were lucky. In fact, the chieftain wouldn't put it past the conniving creatures to slip away, hide, and backstab both them and the lizardmen after they sacrificed half their numbers.
The more it thought about it, the more its jaw tightened.
This entire siege… had already shifted in the enemy's favor.
Its instincts weren't warning it anymore.
They were screaming.
