"I knew this would happen," Gundar muttered as he observed the battle from the sky.
The barbarians had come to Grimjaw Mountain, thinking they could defeat the defenders through sheer numbers.
Normally, they would have been right.
According to the reports of the representatives who had visited Grimjaw Mountain back then, the Aslan Tribe only had the barracks and a few fortifications and that it wouldn't be that difficult to conquer them.
They only needed to bring enough warriors and use human wave tactics.
However, that tactic had been rendered ineffective the moment Leone turned their camp into a formidable fortress made of stone.
The barbarians came, prepared for a raid.
They weren't prepared for a siege.
They were like eggs thrown against a boulder. The only ending awaiting them was destruction.
Gundar eyed the fleeing barbarians, but he especially paid attention to the son of the Chieftain of the Darkmane Tribe, Travis.
