A few minutes later, Migos chased after the enemy and left the area, leaving behind a scene of devastation in the distance.
Although Draide wanted to go forward and assess the situation, Velin's safety was more important. They were currently in enemy-controlled territory; if someone launched a sneak attack, he would have failed the trust his lord had placed in him.
Not long afterward, a Green Hunter Falcon appeared in the sky. After circling several times, it locked onto Velin's group and swiftly descended, landing on Draide's shoulder and regurgitating a small wooden box from its belly.
Draide opened the wooden box and took out the note.
"My lord, the master has ordered you to stop hunting the Northern Army's and Expeditionary Army's strongholds and proceed to White Fish Plain." Draide burned the note as he spoke to Velin.
"It seems the legion commander's battle plan has succeeded over the past half month. The main force of the Bashio Kingdom Expeditionary Force should have gathered on White Fish Plain." Velin was in an excellent mood as he spoke to those beside him.
On White Fish Plain, two massive military groups, numbering several hundred thousand soldiers, faced each other.
Over the past half month, no Great War had broken out, but there had already been thirteen small-scale engagements. With ten victories, two draws, and one defeat, morale had been greatly boosted.
The many nobles of the Duchy of Bohan had grown increasingly convinced by Angus, not only because of his strength, but also because of his command ability.
An outstanding commander could lead them to victory. No one would refuse to have such a person as their superior.
In contrast, within the camp of the Bashio Kingdom Expeditionary Force, Shabak Shirek flew into a rage. This had utterly humiliated him. He