Oberto of the Harpy Legion, responsible for aerial surveillance, was patrolling directly above the Orc Legion. The communicator in his hand maintained a video connection at all times, its camera aimed at the Orc Legion below.
Fei Yang in the central fortress control room, Zhuo Jiu and the others at the defensive positions on either side of the fortress, and Lu Yang atop the cliff directly in front of the fortress all learned through their arm-mounted communicators that the enemy had arrived.
"The orcs will need at least another half hour to march from six kilometers away to beneath us in that formation. Brother Lu Yang, say a few words to the brothers and lift their spirits," Fei Yang said through the communicator.
Everything seemed prepared for this war, but when it truly came down to life and death, no one could guarantee that nothing unexpected would happen. Besides, blades had no eyes on the battlefield. No one knew how many would survive, or whether they themselves would make it out alive.
Lu Yang had already set up 240 third-tier arrays. All 24,000 mages of the Iron Blood Brotherhood stood at the array nodes, including those for offense, defense, and hindering enemy movement.
He spoke into the communicator with a resolute gaze. "All right, I'll say a few words to the brothers."
Fei Yang aimed the communicator at the microphone in the central control room, which was connected to every broadcast system across the positions. "You're on."
The corner of Lu Yang's mouth lifted slightly as he said with a smile, "Brothers, didn't expect this, did you? Back then, I led you into battle against enemies in the game. Today, I'm leading you into battle against enemies in real life. Pretty exciting, isn't it?"
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