As his words fell, Airedes took a step forward and appeared a hundred meters away. With each subsequent step, he crossed another hundred meters.
In the central army formation, many officers and soldiers wore bewildered expressions as they looked at their own general.
Before they broke down, obeying orders had already been carved into their bones.
A general drew the longsword at his waist and shouted, "Black Frost Legion Third Army, charge with me!"
His voice spread in every direction. Four thousand-man formations moved at the sound, advancing in orderly steps beneath the guidance of their banners.
"Hearthstone Legion Second Army, advance!"
Another voice rang out, and three thousand-man formations began moving forward.
Over the next half hour, one command after another rang out. More than thirty thousand soldiers of the Parambria Kingdom's central army chose to stand behind their commander under the leadership of over a dozen generals.
The remaining forty thousand soldiers stayed where they were, neither advancing nor retreating.
On the Third Corps command platform, Angus watched the enemy commander walk toward the center of the battlefield and understood that he had made his final choice.
Seeing this, Angus raised his left hand and pulled the longsword from afar into his grasp.
A Low-tier Soul Intent Knight standing to his right saw this, his expression changing drastically. He hurried forward to dissuade him. "Commander, you must remain calm!"
Hearing this, Angus turned to look at the Low-tier Soul Intent Knight. "I know what you want."
"But for an opponent like him, I want to see him off personally."
The Low-tier Soul Intent Knight still stood in Angus's way and continued to advise him. "Commander, if you do this, the Supreme Commander will definitely be furious."
"Ha ha ha."
"I understand that kid Velin better than you do."