Three days later, inside the tent, Velin looked over the intelligence gathered by the Reconnaissance Unit, his expression somewhat awkward.
Kyle stood to one side, holding back his laughter.
"Cough, cough, cough. This is a little embarrassing!"
Velin had originally thought the West Hill Province Legion had at least thirty thousand troops. He had never expected them to have only seven thousand. This was truly beyond his expectations; they actually had no reinforcements.
According to the intelligence Kyle had personally gathered, the Dwarf forces stationed in Marius City showed no signs of moving at all.
This so-called West Hill Province Legion was merely an abandoned pawn pushed forward by the other side. The only question was why.
"My lord, I think your vigilance is very commendable. There is no need to blame yourself," Kyle comforted him softly.
Velin waved his hand, feeling somewhat ashamed of his earlier misjudgment and the missed opportunity for the best timing.
"Guards."
Outside the tent, two messengers heard the legion commander's voice, entered the tent, and dropped to one knee to await orders.
"Tell Viscount Moncas and the others to come to my tent immediately for a meeting."
"Yes, Legion Commander."
After the messengers left, Velin reclined halfway in his chair. Seeing the amusement on Kyle's face made him feel exceedingly awkward.
"You can laugh about this yourself, but don't let anyone else find out."
"My lord, rest assured. Aside from me, no one will know the real situation." Kyle patted his chest as he spoke.
Half an hour later, the other eight viscounts of the 135th Legion arrived one after another. They took their seats below and waited quietly.
"Gentlemen, I have clarified the situation. This Dwarf force is Marius City's vanguard, sent to probe Wild Crane Pass. Therefore, I have decided to crush