Chapitre 283: Into The Valley Of Death - Part 7

That was what Kursak's death revealed to Jok anyway. The enemy had allowed them ground and opportunity, in return for one of their commander's lives. Jok had no doubts as to which one was the more valuable, and he twisted his lips in annoyance from the thought.

They now only had two Blessed Warriors, whereas the enemy had three. It was enough to put their numerical advantage into question.

"What to do, though…" Jok murmured to himself, as the men flooded back from the frontlines, and his ranks swelled. He only needed to look at the boy from across the battlefield, and he more than realized that he didn't favour a direct engagement. Especially not when he had another Blessed Warrior with him.

His eyes drifted from the boy towards the other side of the battlefield. There was his victory condition - Gorm – as it always was. It was only a matter of time before their giant leader forced the enemy back, or slew their commander. That was time that Jok needed to buy for them.