"Sir, the front lines are about to fall apart." A soldier came running into the command tent. It had been five days since the world leaders all sent troops to aid Kriren the Land of Elves. But the enemy seemed to have endless numbers and sophisticated weapons way beyond that of even the dwarves.
"I do not need you to tell me that. We have been pushed back over and over for the past five days. If this continues, we will have to pull off the continent." The leader of the joint army, an accredited general of the Rural Kingdoms Army, General Winecraft, never felt so bitter. Ever since he had arrived, he has been faced with defeat after defeat. All his plans and tactics were out gunned by the enemy's technology.
"General, I have an idea, but I am not sure it will work..." A young girl's voice rang out in the command tent.
