What was worse, the enemy's army had already surrounded Kalia City.
He had sent out cavalry to scout, but every single one had vanished. He knew in his heart that the caliber of the enemy's cavalry must be exceptional.
Most of his soldiers were infantry. If he forced a retreat, they would just be hunted down from behind. The best-case scenario was that he might escape with his life, but he would be a baron without an army. Even worse, he might face Damon's wrath.
Therefore, the best option was to hold Kalia City and wait for Damon's reinforcements.
He was completely in the dark about the situation outside the walls. He had no idea of the enemy's numbers, nor how far away Damon's main army was.
And he had no idea how long he could hold out.
"What's the situation?" he asked irritably, taking a rough swig of ale.
"The Barbarians from the Northern Territory are preparing to storm the walls."
