"Thrilling, absolutely thrilling!" At the southwestern front, the Second Division's garrison.
When Wild Envoy Lin Mu learned that the distant main battlefield had erupted into all-out combat, he seemed able to hear the faint roar of energy and sounds of slaughter from an unknown distance away. Excitement gleamed in his eyes, yet his face retained its distinctive calm and refined elegance.
Just then, like industrious bees returning to their hive, the scout teams dispatched by the Eleventh Division's Third Regiment to investigate various locations returned one after another with the latest intelligence from the southwestern defense zone.
"General Lin Mu, the Ironclad Crocodile unit of the crocodile race has been spotted at Pass One. Their numbers are approximately twelve thousand, and they are attempting a forceful assault!"
"General Lin Mu, more than fifteen Swamp Lizard squads, subordinate races of the crocodile race, have been detected in the Hill Seven area. Each has around three thousand five hundred troops, totaling nearly fifty thousand. They are using the complex terrain to infiltrate our defense zone!"
"General Lin Mu, massive energy fluctuations have appeared at the edge of Rainforest Nine. It is suspected to be the Claw Crocodiles' main Vanguard force. Their movements are unknown..."
"General Lin Mu..."
The intelligence reports converged on the Second Division's command center like a flurry of snowflakes.
Lin Mu sat upright in the seat of command, focused but without the slightest hint of panic.
The southwestern front was a landscape of rolling mountains, crisscrossing ravines, and dense forests. It was hardly an ideal battlefield for large-scale armies to deploy.
He knew this well. From the moment he had accepted the crucial task of holding back the enemy, he had traversed every mountain and river in the surrounding region. Every pass, every trail, every patch of forest was