At noon, ten kilometers northwest of Bares Town, on the banks of the Camelot River, the two armies faced each other.
More than twenty-five thousand warriors of the First Legion were divided into twenty-five formations of a thousand men each. Their banners billowed across the field, blotting out the sun as a chilling aura spread layer by layer from their ranks.
Opposite them, the fifty-thousand-strong Noble Allied Army stood in disarray, dozens of noble banners competing flamboyantly in the wind.
On the central command platform, Marquis Saloto, commander of the Noble Allied Army, gazed at the distant enemy formations, unease rising in his heart.
Although his side outnumbered the enemy two to one, if they truly clashed, they might not be able to withstand the enemy's offensive.
"My lord, what you see may not necessarily be real." A young man standing behind Marquis Saloto stepped forward, leaned close, and spoke quietly.
Hearing this, Marquis Saloto inexplicably felt more at ease.
With that monstrous illegitimate son at his side, nothing unexpected should happen.
After steadying himself, Marquis Saloto assumed a dignified expression and gave the order. "Beat the drums."
In an instant, thirty-six war drums sounded. The deafening thunder of drums spread in every direction, scattering the clouds in the sky.
At the First Legion's central command, Greg heard the drums and immediately ordered the Triple-Bed Crossbow units to advance to the front.
At the same time, the First Legion's own war drums began to sound, their booming roar directly drowning out the enemy's drums.
Before the battle had even begun, the first exchange was already underway.
Watching the enemy roll out their weapons, Marquis Saloto could not help but sneer. He even felt ashamed that he had been afraid earlier.
"Pass down the order. Push up the Iron Cobalt Roarers