Atop a Magic Tower on the edge of the Forest Area, Sauron, clad from head to toe in plate armor, stood at the balcony's edge and gazed into the distance.
He stood two meters tall, his head concealed beneath a visor helmet, while the Knight Sword at his waist symbolized his identity.
Moreover, the magical eye embedded in his breastplate and the Magic Ring on his index finger were also the foundations of his dominance.
By some unknown means, a white-robed wizard suddenly appeared in the hall behind Sauron.
He seemed entirely unafraid of Sauron. Not only did he forgo honorifics, but his tone was exceedingly calm.
"The Heavenly Martial Dynasty appears to be moving large numbers of troops toward the Frontline lately. Should we strike first?"
Sauron said in a deep voice, "I seem to have seen Beastmaster's severed head."
The white-robed wizard was naturally Saruman.
Thus, when he heard Sauron's words, his expression could not help but change.
Beastmaster was a powerful creature he had refined at the cost of several hundred thousand elite Uruk-hai.
Not only did Beastmaster possess military talents beyond the reach of ordinary Uruk-hai, but his individual strength even surpassed Sauron's.
Yet a commander whom even they had to treat with extreme caution had, in the blink of an eye, become a ghost beneath the enemy's blade.
How could Saruman not be shocked by such an enormous contrast?
However, once Saruman calmed down, he did not forget to ask, "Then what should we do?"
Sauron said, "Have Titan personally lead the main force into the Forest Area. I need to see how the other side responds."
Saruman did not ask why. He merely nodded. "I'll personally keep an eye on them to prevent any accidents."
Their conversation ended there. Saruman departed, while Sauron continued