"So the human army has that many mages?" Morgash Bloodhowl's eyes widened, his gut tightening as he watched his goblin vanguard get blasted into chaos by a barrage of spells. "It's that undisciplined mob… and they're all casting elementary magic. A bunch of apprentices?"
Mage apprentices were hardly a threat. Their spells were too weak to cause any real damage to his heavy infantry, and their meager reserves of mana would be exhausted after just a few volleys. Once the goblin fodder had soaked up the mages' mana and the archers' strength, the slaughter would begin.
Morgash let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, a confident smirk returning to his face.
On the battlefield, the fighting remained fierce. Alistair, however, was directing the flow of battle with cold precision.
"Sword-and-shield infantry, cover the militia archers and outlander mages! Fall back one hundred paces!"
"Outlander warriors, advance and hold the line!"
