As the gate of the city closed behind the elite forces of the Steel Horde, Azarax raised an eyebrow and looked at Effie with a hint of cold displeasure in his eyes.
"Pristess… it seems that you weren't entirely honest with me. Or is it that your soldiers are not as obedient as you believed, and decided to disregard your orders?"
He meant her promise that the defenders of the city would lay down their arms and surrender their lives without a fight.
Azarax's tone was deceptively calm, but dangerous… however, he did not seem concerned. And why would he be? After all, the greatest obstacle in his path was the walls of the city. Now that his soldiers were inside, the hardest part of the siege was over. Even if the remaining defenders tried to mount a resistance, they would be easily slaughtered by the elites of the Steel Horde.
