WHAT MANY HANDS PAINT 9.8

The human army had arrived. For the moment, the barricades held, but Scourge had to make a decision: defend themselves, or break through the gate and destroy them all. Either way, sooner or later they would be cornered. The best thing to do was to destroy the emperor and the humans living in the city first, because if they turned back, they would leave their rear exposed. Yes, that was what they had to do.

"Are you sure you can't destroy the wall?"

The trolls shook their heads slowly.

"We'll have to do it ourselves."

"It's not the time," he replied cryptically. "Not yet."

Scourge raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

He heard sounds coming from the inner wall before the troll aswered. A trumpet. Were they coming out to fight them? Scourge let out a yell, alerting the rest of the rebels, who quickly gathered around him.

"Prepare for battle!"