General Baldwin angrily stomped his foot, but he knew the Frost Dwarves were just like that, with no filter on their mouths. He could only shake his head, initially wanting to call his adjutant, Colonel Duke, but Colonel Duke was still organizing the defense over at Baphomet Canyon. So he could only call another of his adjutants to fetch a bag of wine for the greedy dwarf and put it in the sidecar of his fierce mount.
However, before the General could awaken from the joy of receiving dual support from the Wilderness Corps and the Frost Dwarf Iron Foot Army, a battle report from Wasteland Mountain made his relieved heart tense up again.
"What? Nearly two thousand people lost in last night's battle!? Was this battle fought with feet?"
Baldwin looked at the battle report written personally by Colonel Duke, and his face turned grim as he began to suspect that the Transia People deliberately let the Wolf People go so they could attack his troops.
