Battle's End (1)

At the command post on the hillside, Karl slowly unclenched his tightly held fist. His palm was covered in cold sweat from the tension earlier, and only now did he feel a trace of chill.

His sharp gaze swept across the entire battlefield. The heavy stone that had hung over his heart for so long finally began to settle.

The battle's development had basically followed his most optimistic projections—if anything, it had gone even better.

Although the central army formation had once been in grave danger after being assaulted by the Sauron Berserkers, and the bloody tug-of-war taking place right before his eyes had made him break out in a cold sweat, the reserve force he had planted beforehand had indeed played the role of an anchor at the most critical moment. It had forcibly held back the sharpest spearhead of the Sauron people and broken it completely!

With Acton's death and the destruction of the central assault group, the Sauron Army's offensive had completely lost its edge and command core.

The fighting on both wings had been even more one-sided. The two Main Corps commanded by Brendan and Roland had crushed the Sauron forces in front of them with overwhelming superiority, then begun rolling inward like two enormous iron pincers, steadily and firmly closing in around the remnants of the Sauron center that had fallen into chaos, forming a deadly encirclement!

Looking across the vast battlefield, the blue lines of the Carnford Army were constantly advancing and closing in, while the black Sauron Army scattered like a receding tide, being divided and swallowed up.

The scales of victory had already tilted irreversibly toward Carnford.

However, just as the outcome had been decided—

"My lord! Northeast direction! The Sauron Cavalry is making a move!" the observer beside him reported urgently.