The dragon's wings swept across the sky, blocking out even The Sun's light for a moment, but the people below did not go searching for the adult dragon's appearance. The rough camp on the ground became orderly as the surrounding trees were continuously felled.
Outside the central command tent, four great military camps had been planted in the forest.
At the very front was Ryan's own army. The camps on the left and right belonged to the two kingdom legions, while the one at the rear belonged to the newly arrived soldiers of the Empire's Noble Allied Army, who were now filling all sorts of posts.
The soldiers arriving one after another had thought they would be greeted by battle. Instead, they were greeted by tree cutting and camp construction.
"I heard that His Excellency the Baron won the war again. The Elves all retreated. Did you see that pitch-black road outside the camp that's still smoking?"
"Apparently, that road used to be covered by trees and was part of The Woodlands. The reason the Elves started this war was to take revenge on His Excellency the Baron." "So that's what happened? I was wondering why the Elves, living perfectly fine in their own forest, would declare war on the Empire."
The soldiers did not know a single character, and did not even know how to record the date, so they could only chat at random to ease the anger of the past two days. "What the hell is this? We came through a spatial passage and got from the Imperial Capital to the ends of the sky in an hour. I thought we were going to fight a war, but they've got us chopping trees here instead."
"This is too much. I want to get on the battlefield. I