Early the next morning, an elite force set out from the Fifteenth Legion's temporary camp. Concealing their tracks, they split into three-man teams thirty kilometers from Tase City and began mapping and scouting the city's entire deployment.
Meanwhile, inside the Mersey Demiplane, Kyle and Zephvia, commander of the Star Contract Legion, sat at a small round table, comparing maps and conducting battle simulations.
Watching the Soul Intent High-level Star Contracter before him solemnly and meticulously simulate the battle, Kyle could not help but feel the urge to spar with him.
But the circumstances were special now, so the matter of sparring had to be postponed. At the very least, he would wait until the Ninth Legion had fully occupied the Kamo Tribe Territory before making such a rude request.
"Assume that the Black Asia Orc garrison in Tase City has three thousand Gold-rank professionals..."
"That figure is far too exaggerated." Kyle's eyes flashed with shock as he reminded him, "Lord Zephvia, it would already be questionable whether the entire Third Legion of the Black Asia Orc Northern Army even has three hundred Gold professionals."
"Even including the ambushed Black Asia Orc and Gray Orc forces, they may not exceed a thousand."
Hearing this, Zephvia felt that it did seem to be the case. With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the numbers gathered in the air and formed a new number: eight hundred.
As he watched Zephvia continue to immerse himself in the battle simulation, Kyle could not help recalling how, two days earlier, on the eve of the Fifteenth Legion's departure from Letaia City of War, his lord had secretly summoned him to the Legion Command Department.
"I'm temporarily entrusting the Star Contract Legion to you."
"When it enters the battlefield will be up to you, but I