On December 21 of the 9774th year of the Radiant Calendar, the Third Army of the Twenty-Sixth Legion, the First Army of the Twenty-Seventh Legion, and elements of the Twelfth Legion merged into a single force totaling over seventy thousand troops, continuing their advance toward Tase City.
Meanwhile, the Sixth Army of the Black Asia Orc Northern Army absorbed a number of tribal warriors sent from Giant Stone Mountain Fortress to replenish its ranks, expanding its numbers to fifty thousand.
As for the remaining twenty-odd thousand unqualified tribal warriors, they served as the vanguard force to counter the human reinforcements.
During the last surprise attack, the Sixth Army suffered no fewer than five thousand casualties, reaching a casualty rate of one-eighth of the entire army.
Once bitten, twice shy; Aride would not make the same mistake again.
Gamongri treated him as cannon fodder, and he was certainly not going to play the fool by executing any interception orders.
Let me look at the big picture, but is there a place for me in this big picture?
Looking at the distant peaks, Aride revealed a cold glint in his eyes and muttered to himself.
He, Gamongri, was a disciple of the Great Priest, but surely there was someone behind him as well.
Regarding the commands from Giant Stone Mountain Fortress, he still chose to execute them on the surface. As for how much actual effect they had, that depended on many factors.
"Master, Lord Manus, commander of the Third Army, has sent a letter." A High-Silver Black Asia Orc approached Aride, bowed his head, and respectfully presented a beast-skin letter with both hands.
Glancing sideways at the beast-skin letter in the guard's hands, Aride picked it up, opened it, and read it before sneering, "To ally with me for revenge against