Fortunately, the stairs held up. Someone cleared out all the guards on the wall. The dwarves broke through into the city. But... where did so many of them come from? According to the plan... Oh, never mind, everything's been off-plan for a while now!
- Forward! To victory!
- Hooray-a-a-a!!! - a fierce battle began. The bears, left without riders, pounced on the Cerberuses, tearing them to pieces with their claws. I wielded my sword to the right and left. I was wounded a couple of times during the battle (-30 HP), but I wasn't too worried about it; it was as if I had returned a thousand and a half years ago, when I helped the Alliance forces in the war against the Burning Legion. Glorious memories flooded back... These dwarves strongly resembled those I used to drink with in Kaz-Modan... Cheerful, good-natured, warlike, this people amazed me even in my youth...
- For Kaz-Modan! - I couldn't help myself. Although this name was unfamiliar to these dwarves, they supported me with a joyful battle cry and increased their pressure. I haven't felt such emotions in a long time!
And yet, there were fewer of us... I hope Tanya and the others are doing well there. Oh, reinforcements would be helpful...


