"They're coming!"
Castor and Pollux, who were both Captains, received the warning from the squirrels.
Though just as they were about to ring the bell to inform everyone that enemies were attacking, Rasta reached out to stop them.
"Don't worry," Rasta said. "There are only fifty of them. Let the people sleep. We're more than enough to handle this. Isn't that right, Logan? Khan?"
"Right." Logan nodded.
"I can take on those fifty on my own, you know?" Khan sneered.
The two Orcs then glanced at each other before jumping off the thirty-meter-high wall.
Rasta lightly thumped his staff on the ground, activating the wind totems he had erected around the first wall.
In response, the power of wind wrapped itself around Logan and Khan's bodies, allowing them to land safely with minimal impact.
As soon as their feet touched the ground, both Orcs bolted in opposing directions.
Logan ran to the left, while Khan headed to the right.
