The battle raged on as the warriors of the Three Great Tribes did everything in their power to overwhelm the forces of the Allied Tribe.
Even though Ethan was doing his best to stand his ground, their opponent still had the advantage in numbers and it was clear that the scale was tipping in their favor.
Not only that, after the Orcs ran away, fireballs started to descend inside the Stronghold, which made the young man frown.
When his and Lily’s smokescreen was blown away by a powerful gust of wind, he knew that it had been done by the Shamans of the Three Great Tribes.
It was arrogant to think that only the Allied Tribes had Shamans on their side, and Ethan wasn’t delusional enough to think of such.
“Everyone, retreat!” Ethan ordered as he continued to cut down the lives of the warriors in front of him.
The sound of a horn spread on the battlefield, signaling the Allied Tribes to pull back as fast as they could.