"Where did so many Professionals come from?"
"Could it really be the support of the Dwarven Elf?"
Rak's heart surged with waves of panic and fear.
He glanced around discreetly, then without hesitation, he shouted loudly:
"Notify the remaining 5000 Soldiers to assemble at the Lord's Manor as quickly as possible."
"As long as we hold the Lord's Manor, even if the enemy breaks into Fort of Glory, we can hold out until the reinforcements arrive."
Upon hearing this, the Nobles and Commanders immediately became alert and began arranging their trusted aides to execute the "notification" order.
They were very clear in their thoughts; the enemy was evidently well-prepared, choosing to strike when the defensive power of Fort of Glory was at its weakest, clearly aiming to capture Fort of Glory in one fell swoop.
The outskirts of Fort of Glory were already in chaos, and the nearly 100,000 residents of the city had already lost their "value" in defense.
