Outside the tent, the officer on duty heard the sounds within and quietly moved away.
As for the guards stationed on either side of the tent, they could only let what they heard go in one ear and out the other, not daring to remember a single word.
About ten minutes later, Angus watched Ravenna finally stop, took out a bottle of wine from his Space Equipment, lifted it with battle aura, and sent it before him.
Ravenna did not stand on ceremony. He pulled out the cork and began chugging straight from the bottle.
Before long, a powerful wave of intoxication swept over him.
Just as he was about to use battle aura to dispel it, his vision went black, and he collapsed.
"Finally, some peace and quiet."
Angus rose to his feet and let out a long sigh.
If he was cursed at for no reason, he could exercise his authority as commander. But if there was a reason for it, he could only endure it.
If nothing unexpected happened, at least ten people from the Third Corps had already reported the matter to the Supreme Command.
At most, within half a month, that brat Velin would learn of it.
Walking out of the tent, he looked at the sun overhead, waved over several guards, then headed toward the other camps to check on the wounded.
Below Tyrannus Fortress, within the Parambria Kingdom camp, Lancaster looked at the letter in his hand. His expression instantly froze, and he waved everyone out.
Only after the tent was empty did he reopen the letter.
There were no lengthy words on it, only a single sentence.
"The commander Airedes was killed in the Battle of Black River Ford, and an army of more than two hundred thousand was routed."
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