On the Gnome's camp site.
The two Ninth stage Sovereign Gnomes who were dressed in silver and black robes were having a casual conversation in their tent when a Gnome rushed over into the tent.
The Ninth stage Sovereign Gnome dressed in black glanced coldly at the Gnome who was kneeling, "You better have a good excuse."
The Gnome shivered when he heard this but hurriedly reported, "The Humans are marching over."
"Looks like the last defeat messed up that Old Man's brain." The silver robbed Ninth stage Sovereign Gnome snickered.
The black robbed Ninth stage Sovereign who spoke first noticed the Gnome's anxious look, he asked with furrowed brows, "Why are you agitated?"
"They have received reinforcements." The Gnome reported, his head still bowed.
"Humph! This is not the first time they are having reinforcements, what are you acting worried about?" The black robbed Ninth stage Sovereign Gnome snorted coldly, feeling this Gnome was not fit to be a soldier.
