Magic-Sealing Domain

September 5.

Although the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom's sudden raid had cost the Orc army sixty percent of its stored strategic supplies,

the main Orc force led by Gromar still arrived as scheduled.

Tens of millions of Orc soldiers appeared on the sea outside Highland City. The sight was simply beyond imagination.

Looking out, countless Orc warriors aboard ship after ship rolled in from the distant horizon like a black tide, seeming capable of devouring heaven and earth alike.

There were too many. Only when the figure of thirty million became a tangible reality before Roland did he understand just how terrifying that number was.

It was not as though the demons had never launched wars on such a scale during the Demon Disaster, but back then, Roland had lived in a remote corner of the Sea of Ten Thousand Islands. How could he have been qualified to take part in a war of that level?

Only at this moment did Roland understand what the races of Saint Nor Continent had once faced.

Standing atop the towering Mage Tower, Roland found that there was nothing else within his line of sight. There were only countless hideous Orcs filling the skies and the earth, so numerous that they made his scalp tingle.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Griffin Knights report that the Orc army has split into three forces. Before you is the upper-route Orc army, the main force of the Orc army, numbering eighteen million in total. Its commander is Gromm Hellroar."

"The central army numbers eight million, commanded by Twilight Bishop Bianca, the Foxkin High Priestess. Its target is Tide-Listening City in Morando Province."

"The lower army numbers four million, commanded by Twilight Bishop Graham, the Lionkin King. Its target is Imperial Sea Fortress in Arian Province."

Roland nodded slightly,