Another day of preparation passed by, and the day of the war finally arrived.
The enemies arrived in massive groups, merging with the hundreds of people already there.
Tens of thousands of enemy forces passed through the array, led by three generals and one reluctant advisor.
Uric, much to his chagrin, was sent out himself.
Over the past days, he had been constantly reminding the Lord of the cold. He himself led the effort as someone from the administration. For example, they had done what they could to prepare their own town, including gathering all loose firewood and rushing the tailors to create more cloth.
That was all they could do within a few days. He also never stopped warning the Lord, and asking him to invest more in the soldiers' warming equipment.
Anyway, his mumblings eventually annoyed the Lord so much that he threw him out…to join the war.
