After several successive small-scale harassing attacks, Talion judged from the reactions of the Okra Kingdom Cask Province coalition that the enemy had hidden their troops inside the camp, waiting for them to walk into the trap.
"Pass down the order: keep up the harassment. Rotate a unit every two hours."
"The remaining troops are to rest for now."
"At sunrise, the entire army will attack and strike the enemy camp."
"Yes, Legion Commander."
The Silver Intermediate Dark Elf warrior standing behind Talion replied in fluent Common Tongue, then turned around to relay the orders.
"The harassment mission will be left to your troops."
"I understand."
After speaking, Titus saluted Talion, then led more than two thousand Black Asia Orc warriors down the hill and toward the enemy camp.
Inside the Okra Kingdom Cask Province coalition's main camp, after the Black Asia Orc troops launched their thirteenth attack, the coalition soldiers hiding in their tents and waiting on standby were already exhausted.
Maintaining such a high state of tension was an enormous strain on their minds.
Inside the central command tent, the atmosphere was somewhat too quiet.
It was already five o'clock. Less than two hours remained until dawn, yet the enemy only harassed them without attacking, as though they had seen through their plan.
At the head seat, Sonalion, commander of the coalition army, no longer wore his earlier expression of absolute confidence. It had been replaced by a grave look.
He was not afraid of the enemy refusing to raid the camp, nor was he afraid of them raiding it. What he feared was this sort of harassment without attack, which needlessly drained the soldiers' mental strength and willpower.
"Commander..."
A general stood up and gathered his courage, preparing to ask a question, but a single look from Sonalion