Not long afterward, Orc General Olek arrived before the camp gate.
The mere three-meter-high iron gate could have been cleared with a light leap to enter the drill ground, but he did not dare do so.
"Let him in."
Upon hearing the commander's order, the Dragon Person warriors guarding the iron gate opened it. After letting Orc General Olek enter, they swiftly shut it again.
After entering the drill ground and seeing the army still in disarray, Olek had no time to concern himself with it. He ran to the platform, gritted his teeth, and dropped to one knee. "Commander, the troops have assembled. Please give your orders."
Velin waved a hand and helped Olek to his feet before speaking. "I'll give you half an hour to organize these more than twenty thousand men."
"The formation will be one thousand men per unit."
"Begin."
Hearing this, the hundred-odd Orc Officers and chieftains below the platform bowed in salute. They then entered the ranks, gathered their subordinates and clansmen who had arrived, merged them with nearby units, and organized them into files of one hundred.
As the reorganization began, the drill ground grew noisy again.
The sounds of scolding, shouting, and weapons and armor colliding filled the air without end.
As time passed, the scattered army gradually began forming units.
About twenty-five minutes later, the drill ground fell silent once more. Twenty ranks across and fifty deep formed a thousand-man formation, for a total of twenty-three thousand-man formations and one unit with fewer than a thousand men.
"More than six thousand Orc soldiers are still being kept outside the drill ground."
At those words, Orc General Olek's heart tightened, and his eyes filled with fear.
There were more than six thousand Orcs outside the iron gate. Anyone who could count only