Fifty miles north of Lagrange City!
"Your Excellency Uwasa!" Frostwolf Hero Safis led the Northern Territory Orc army of fewer than twenty thousand men and finally rendezvoused successfully with Uwasa and the others! If Roland had seen this Orc hero riding a Frost Giant Wolf, his eyes would probably have popped out. After all, Orcs basically had no knight profession, much less one who could become a hero! Even in terms of luck, he was among the best of the Orcs!
"You finally made it!" Uwasa nodded. Whether they came today or not, he had to attack. They were too close to Lagrange City, and Dragon Eye was no joke! Yesterday, they had relied on the endless scrubland and deep snow to conceal their tracks and endure until tonight. Frostbite casualties alone had already numbered in the thousands. If they delayed any longer, they would collapse without Roland even having to lift a hand.
Wary of the Nazgûl under Roland's command and their Forbidden Spells, they could not risk marching during the day. That would be no different from presenting the Kingdom's Sixth Tier Heroes with perfect targets. With no open fires or tents for warmth, it was undoubtedly a tremendous trial for this army from the southern region of Rhûn.
What? You were asking why those two Orc legions did not conceal their tracks? Were they not afraid of Forbidden Spells? Naturally, the Nazgûl had their own calculations. To wipe out two ten-thousand-man legions camped separately would require at least two Forbidden Spells. And the Nazgûl lurking in the shadows believed that King was a smart man. Smart men thought too much, and with concerns, he would naturally not casually waste the Forbidden Spell slots in his hands!
The facts proved that the Nazgûl had gambled correctly. Faced with