Outside Kasha City.
The great army had gathered.
Before the Battle of Kasha City, the Alliance had already assembled a frontline force of one hundred thousand coalition troops in the surrounding area.
After the Battle of Kasha City, they had suffered some losses, but a month had been enough to fully replenish them—and even expand their numbers. The previous ten legions had become twelve, totaling more than one hundred and twenty thousand men.
At that moment, the more than one hundred and twenty thousand troops were assembling outside the city and forming up.
At the very center were undoubtedly the infantry, with Heavy Armor Infantry and light armor infantry each taking up their designated positions.
A closer look revealed further divisions: Shield Soldiers, spearmen, archers, crossbowmen, and many other troop types.
Around the perimeter were the cavalry, divided into Heavy Cavalry and Light Cavalry. As the mobile force, they could effectively protect the flanks and launch rapid assaults.
Magic-armored Cavalry and Wizards were distributed throughout the entire formation like hubs and anchors. Once battle began, they would drive the entire army into motion and unleash its greatest power.
A fierce, murderous aura spread from the formation, soaring into the sky as though it might pierce the heavens.
Richard stood atop Kasha City's walls, watching the scene with some admiration.
It was clear that the formation had not yet been fully completed. Reinforcements were still arriving one after another, yet under the transmission of military orders, they entered the formation with almost no disorder and took up the positions assigned to them long ago.
Everything was as natural as a drop of water falling into the sea, displaying the commander's superb skill—commanding that was nearly an art.
Richard knew that General Soren was personally directing it all.
He could see Soren