In another small city of Count Obrala's territory, Count Rassel stationed most of the Eighteenth Army there and deployed twenty thousand troops to the south to protect the Eighteenth Army's Right Wing.
Compared to the Fifteenth Army's one hundred and thirty thousand troops, his Eighteenth Army had only eighty thousand men. The Expeditionary Army numbered over twenty thousand, the Holy Crusaders had thirteen thousand, and the remaining forty thousand or so were Auxiliary Army troops.
"Master, Lord Velin sent a knight with a letter." A High-Silver Knight entered the City Lord's Mansion, bowed, and said respectfully.
Rassel, who had been reviewing battle reports, set down the document in his hand and said, "Go invite him in."
"Yes, Master."
Before long, a Silver Intermediate Knight entered the hall. He struck his chest in salute, then took out the letter tucked against his chest and presented it with both hands. "Count Rassel Sir, this is a letter my lord ordered me to deliver. It contains intelligence regarding Count Obrala's territory. Please review it."
Rassel accepted the letter from the knight, gestured for him to sit, then checked the seal to ensure it had not been damaged before opening the letter and carefully reading its contents.
"How ruthless."
Three minutes later, Rassel put down the letter and could not help sighing.
"Master, is it..."
Seeing this, the High-Silver Knight standing behind Rassel leaned close to his ear and asked hesitantly.
Rassel nodded. "We previously deduced eight possible outcomes. The least likely one has come to pass."
"They really intend to flood Count Obrala's territory." The High-Silver Knight's voice was full of shock. He simply could not imagine anyone doing something so harmful to others and themselves.
"Since matters have reached this point, it seems our earlier decision to halt our advance was correct.