Valov also tried attacking Alterra, in fact. But the war in Iron Valley managed to delay this.
Seeing the 'failed' war declaration (again), the Lord could only grit his teeth. "Next time," he said. "I will make sure you can't escape."
He stood in front of the massive manual warehouse in the territory, and the various contraptions parked there.
If informed people were there, they would gape, realizing all these were dwarven weapons.
As he looked at the items he borrowed from the Master, the Lord's eyes went dark with confidence and malice. He had never asked for such a big assistance, but his hands were forced this time.
He was never one to underestimate his opponents and, unlike those other fools who took on Alterra, he believed that their Valov Town was ready.
"Alterra…" he said, voice low and dark. "...will be mine."
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