Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. As the Vanguard Army, the 135th Legion had wiped out more than three hundred Centaur tribes, numbering nearly twenty thousand Centaurs. The remaining Centaur tribes, having caught wind of it, migrated en masse toward the Gray-skinned Goblins' gathering grounds.
After receiving news of the Centaurs' migration, the governor of Angara Province immediately ordered the Dwarven army to seal the border while sending people to Dense Forest Province to request reinforcements.
One hundred and thirty kilometers from Angara Province's border, aside from the troops on guard duty, every remaining soldier of the 135th Legion participated in constructing the military camp.
Building a large camp capable of housing three hundred thousand soldiers within seven days was no small burden for the 135th Legion.
On May 10, the troops of the Twenty-seventh Legion and Thirtieth Legion arrived at the camp one after another. The 132nd Legion took over the camp's defenses, giving the 135th Legion an opportunity to rest and recuperate.
Five days later, a joint meeting between the two legions was convened.
Inside the main tent, the generals of the Twenty-seventh Legion sat on the left, while those of the Thirtieth Legion took their seats on the right.
This operation would be led by the Twenty-seventh Legion, with the Thirtieth Legion serving as support. Thus, Burbon Silvis became the nominal commander and sat in the seat of honor, while Ophelia Silvis, commander of the Thirtieth Legion, sat in the first seat on the right.
Velin turned his head slightly and secretly observed Ophelia Silvis.
Her long golden hair shone magnificently against her black armor. Beauty and martial majesty blended perfectly around her, radiating an irresistible charm that inspired awe.
It was difficult to imagine that she was less than a hundred years