Half an hour later, Velin looked at the cautious Hebrew without saying anything.
In less than a month, the Blackrock Army had expanded from twelve thousand men to thirty thousand. It had caught him by surprise, yet it was also understandable.
However, the excessive number of troops in the Auxiliary Army was a major problem—at least for now. One misstep could trigger internal strife.
"Besides the Blackrock Army's thirty thousand men, how many recruitable professionals are among the prisoners?"
"About twenty thousand," Hebrew replied.
Velin stroked his chin and began considering how to handle the matter.
Fifty thousand people were extremely troublesome to manage.
Having arrived in this world less than a year ago, the only person Velin could barely trust was Carlisle. Feri only counted as half of one.
In that case, he could only break up one of the existing armies and use it as the backbone to build a new force.
"Guards."
Hearing their lord's call, two guards entered the command tent, dropped to one knee, and awaited orders.
"Go summon Valk, commander of the Tenth Battalion."
"Yes, my lord."
After the guards left the tent, Velin raised his head slightly to look at Hebrew and said, "You've done well this time."
Hearing those words, Hebrew breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head. "Thank you, my lord."
"Alright, you may go."
Hebrew rose, bowed, and left the command tent. Looking at the scene outside, he let out another breath before heading toward the Ice Sword Camp's encampment.
Half an hour later, Valk, commander of the Tenth Battalion, hurried to the central command tent. Entering the tent, he struck his chest in salute and respectfully said, "Valk, commander of the Tenth Battalion, greets Lord Velin. Please give your orders."
Velin pointed to the first seat on