Militia Camp

While Karl carefully observed the Sauron Army's formation from the hillside, Bragi was likewise gazing into the distance from the center of the Sauron army, trying to see through the force across from him that made him vaguely uneasy.

To get a better view, Bragi ordered his guards to bring over several boulders. They placed wooden planks on top, hastily putting together a crude observation platform.

His tall figure stood atop it. He raised a hand to shade his eyes and narrowed those weathered, eagle-sharp eyes, staring intently at the Carnford Army formation steadily advancing along the gentle slope.

As the distance closed and his observation continued, the muscles on Bragi's face gradually tightened. His thick brows knotted together, and his heart was thrown into turmoil!

"Hiss..." He involuntarily sucked in a cold breath.

Although he had previously estimated Carnford's strength through scattered intelligence, the impact of seeing it with his own eyes was far beyond anything he could have learned through hearsay!

The enemy's numbers appeared roughly equal to the main battle force under his command, around three thousand men—just as Hakon had said.

That itself was within his expectations. What truly shocked Bragi was the utterly different bearing and discipline this army displayed compared with the forces of the Northern Territory!

Looking across the field, Carnford's entire battle line resembled a moving steel wall, its edges sharp and clearly defined!

The soldiers marched in perfect unison, following the Broomflower-style drumbeat coming from the center. The formations maintained precise spacing and coordination with one another.

Under the sunlight, the forest of spears reflected a dazzling, icy gleam. The flintlock rifles resting on the shoulders of the Musketeers in the front ranks radiated an even colder aura of death.

The entire formation was silent. Only the dull sound of footsteps