"Priest Sparison, how are your preparations coming along?
Can we begin as planned?"
Bone Baldy had come to find Priest Sparison and his group, who were treating wounded Barbarian herdsmen in the injured soldiers' camp.
After Sparison finished treating one patient's wounds, Bone Baldy immediately pulled him aside and asked in a low voice.
Bone Baldy looked somewhat anxious. Seeing this, Sparison said unhurriedly, "Lord Bone Baldy, you know that this morning's battle was far too reckless and caused many unnecessary casualties.
These herdsmen are not battle-tested warriors. It is perfectly normal for them to fear fighting now!"
Clearly, Priest Sparison's answer did not satisfy Bone Baldy. He was somewhat angered, but considering that they were in the wounded soldiers' camp, surrounded by injured men, he restrained himself and said quietly, "There's nothing I can do about that. It was the Great Chieftain's order, and I can only carry it out.
But now I need you to fulfill your earlier promise and help me stir up the herdsmen from the small and medium tribes to assault the enemy fortress.
But because of your delay, it's already nearly three in the afternoon. The first wave of troops I should have sent out this afternoon still hasn't moved.
Now I need to..."
The more Bone Baldy spoke, the angrier he became, and his voice began to slip out of control. Seeing this, Sparison knew he had to give him an answer now. It would be bad if the two sides fell out, and the survival of the believers still depended on Bone Baldy, the commander.
Sparison said to him, "I have one condition. Your next battle plan must follow my arrangements. Give me sufficient authority, as well as food and other supplies. I cannot guarantee outstanding results, but at the very least,