Grogandon Dwarven capital city…
The dwarven capital was carved out of a large cliff that had two large statues that towered over it. The entrance to the cave city was huge. Big enough that Alicia and her army who were riding the Fan'tals were able to fly right through the entrance with plenty of room to spare. The sounds of weapon fire could be heard all around as the dwarven soldiers attacked the invaders. But each one who attacked was killed instantly by a barrage of magic.
In the thorne room, the dwarf king had an ashen expression on his face as he heard the report. He fully regretted attacking Alastine now. "Your Highness what should we do?"
"You said they have only been killing those who attack them, correct?" The dwarf king asked.
"Yes, your Highness, they have not attacked anything else." The dwarf soldier replied.
