For political reasons, the Black Forest Kingdom had no choice but to fight a defensive war for the County of Corubia. The Moxi people faced an even worse situation.
The elven army was bent on destroying their country. Other than fighting to the bitter end, they had no second path to choose.
This was determined by geography!
The Moxi Duchy shared too much border with the Alpha Kingdom. Once they were taken, the Alpha Kingdom's rear would be engulfed in flames.
The elves were equally uncertain whether they could destroy the Alpha Kingdom in one stroke, but if they wanted to relieve the Orc Empire, expanding the scope of the war was the best option.
War had erupted across the Northern Continent, drawing other powers into the conflict as well.
In just a few days, the entire Aslant Continent had been shrouded in the flames of war.
While battlefields everywhere raged fiercely, the war on the great plains had also reached a critical moment.
The northern and southern armies advanced from above and below the grasslands, while Hudson personally led the main army straight toward the enemy's main camp, intending to encircle the Beastfolk army.
Seeing this, the Beastfolk naturally would not sit around and await death.
They left behind some unfortunate souls to draw fire while the main force used the cover of night to withdraw in batches.
What should have been a clash between peak forces turned into a massacre of rookies.
Looking at the blazing inferno before them, everyone knew the army had come up empty-handed.
"Pass down the order: expand the scouting range. We must find the enemy's main force.
Send word to Count Ebert and Marquis Medel. The enemy's main force has slipped out of our sight and may very well be heading for them."