Shadow Tribe camp.
"Father, didn't we agree to merely delay for time and avoid a decisive battle with the main human force? Why have you changed your mind again?"
The young man asked anxiously.
On the Aslant Continent, the most important thing for weak races was learning to read the situation.
Judging from the current circumstances, whether the Ancient Remnants Alliance won or lost a decisive battle against the main human force, it would suffer tremendous losses.
Without sufficient strength, no matter how much land they occupied now, they would have to surrender it in the future.
Rather than risk their lives fighting Hudson's expeditionary army, they might as well lie low and stall for time, preserving as much of their strength as possible.
"Plans never keep up with changes. Allen, many things in this world do not turn out simply because we want them to.
"The enemy intends to push into the Duchy of Orton and attack our Southern Expeditionary Army from behind. That is far too great a threat to the alliance.
"Once the hawks began stirring things up, the neutral factions in the alliance were quickly persuaded by them. We are too weak and isolated to stop them, so we can only go along with the tide.
"Now, we can only pray that the Shadow God blesses us and that nothing goes wrong in this decisive battle. Otherwise, things will become troublesome."
The Shadow King spoke in disappointment.
"Father, our last defeat was entirely an accident. Under normal circumstances, it could never have happened.
"Now we have an absolute advantage in troop numbers. Defeating those weak humans should take no effort at all.
"What are you worried about?
"Instead of worrying about that, you should be planning how to unify the alliance, consolidate everyone's strength against humanity,