Jarl looked through the bushes: the Khadorans mechanics were still shovelling coal in the Warjack's furnaces and he could ear the chief complain they were lacking enough coal to have more than one Spriggan to be ''combat ready''.
The Kommandant, a black-haired woman wearing warcaster armor, nodded and then said with a cold voice that if these warjacks could'nt be battle ready then maybe the Trollblood's beast could help them...As she spoke that last sentence she turned her gaze to Jarl's hiding spot and looked in his direction as if she had pierced his camouflage.
Could she sense him?
He'd ask her the question later, Jarl stood up and walked slowly toward them with his arms open to try and convey his pacific intentions, he then used all his memory to try and make good khadoran sentences and, looking at the woman, offered to make an alliance against the Cryxians.
As much as he hated the Khadoran invaders, these days they were less numerous than the Cryxians in his beloved Thornwood and at least he got to grow back wounds from their weapons contrary to the necrotite-fueled weaponry used by the Dragon Empire's Helljacks.
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Cryxians by Jonathan B. Although only the necrosurgeon appeared in this game, they were too cool for me not to post. |
Looking at her battered Destroyer, Kommandant Sorscha saw no other choice but to accept the Troll Bandit's alliance, that decision might have been influenced by the Dire Troll Bomber's heavy footsteps as he started walking behind Jarl.