Ethan didn't waste time on speeches, as he saw no need for them.
Their enemies were goblins. Speeches wouldn't be necessary against goblins.
If they lost, they would die, and everyone there knew that all too well.
Their throats would be slit, and their wives and children turned into a food supply for the winter.
Each of those men had to fight with everything they had, or they would lose everything they had.
Slowly, the guard organized itself.
Fifty men took up positions directly in front of the gate, forming a U-shaped defensive barrier.
Just behind them, a second barrier of about one hundred and twenty men of fighting age was forming, far worse equipped, without shields, composed of barely trained men.
By then, Roderik had joined the defense, for he had achieved much in Goldenveil and had no intention of losing what he had built.
The first line, on the other hand, looked like a real army.
