At Celes Fortress, Ignis received news of the Black Asia Orc Army's movements. Looking at the positions of the already-deployed Twenty-seventh Legion troops on the sand table, he muttered to himself, "Only part of their army has moved. It seems they're still being very cautious."
"But taking out some is still better than taking out none. If the rest get scared and obediently stay at the border, that'll be fine too."
After saying that, Ignis planted the flag in his hand atop Celes Fortress, then turned and left the hall.
Ninety kilometers southeast of Celes Fortress, more than twenty-eight thousand troops from the left wing of the Black Asia Orc Northern Army Third Legion's vanguard were scattered through their encampments, assembled and awaiting orders.
Inside a tent, Titus looked around and felt immense pressure.
These Tribal Army troops varied greatly in quality.
The stronger units had decent combat strength and maintained basic military discipline, barely able to carry out his orders strictly.
The weaker units had virtually no combat strength at all. They had originally been Logistics Units, so he should not have expected them to possess any fighting capability.
"Quiet now."
Upon hearing this, the more than twenty generals stopped talking and turned their eyes toward the young general before them.
Once everyone had fallen silent, Titus said, "First of all, I am grateful for the commander's favor in appointing me as the vanguard left wing's general and placing me in charge of the assault on Celes Fortress."
"You are all warriors fighting for My God, regular troops of the Northern Army, and forces Commander Manus holds in high regard. In the coming battle, I will stand with you."
The crowd bowed in salute and declared in unison, "General Titus, we will obey your commands."
Hearing that, Titus could