In the midst of this storm, Velin was but an innocent little wave, leading his 135th Legion in a leisurely life outside Leica City.
This place lay deep in the rear of the occupied territory. If anything happened, the Frontline Troops would bear the brunt of it first. The fighting would not reach here anytime soon.
In Early October, Elias Mersedes, the uncle of Caladern Mersedes, king of the Bashio Kingdom, took command of the army, turned the tide, and reclaimed control of the two lost provinces.
Over the next few months, several major campaigns were fought on the northern battlefield, while small and medium-sized battles were too numerous to count.
By contrast, the southern battlefield had fallen into a strange calm. Only small units clashed from time to time, while both sides tacitly maintained the situation.
Even so, the Ironforge Mountain Dwarf Kingdom did not dare transfer any more troops from the southern battlefield. It could only continue arming Dwarf Warriors from other provinces and sending them to the northern battlefield.
In mid-December of Radiant Calendar 9733, at the Sixth Commander's Department, four middle-aged men sat around a wooden table, quietly drinking tea. Sometimes they discussed the situation on the northern battlefield, and sometimes they brought up their juniors to compare them with one another.
"My brother wrote to tell me that in just three months, the Bashio Kingdom has sent twenty-six delegations to the royal capital. They have tried every possible way to persuade His Majesty the King, even inviting Bishop Talia of the Church of Dawn, hoping that we will launch an offensive from the southern battlefield to ease their pressure on the northern battlefield." Alfred Silvis took a light sip of tea and said with a smile.
"It is hardly surprising for the Bashio Kingdom's political