Aldo People

"Ha! So those are the so-called Northerners? Or should I say, the Alarda People? Not bad. They really are a completely different kind of human army!"

Kalem, commander of the orcs' western expedition, rested a hand against his forehead. All his attention had been drawn to the several perfectly orderly rows of soldiers at the center of the Aldo Army.

"Look at them. They're standing so straight, with the bearing of honor guards in a human court."

The Orcish General licked his lips, then let out a snort of laughter.

"I just don't know whether their fighting strength will impress me as much as their posture does."

The subordinates behind him also burst into laughter. Most of them believed this would be an utterly ordinary battle.

The grassland army would crush the enemies before them and claim all of northwestern Aldo.

Kalem continued to stand with his back to his subordinates. Where no one could see, a solemn look flashed through his eyes.

As a battle-hardened commander with rich combat experience, he could instinctively sense that this army before him was extraordinary.

Unlike the haphazardly dressed allied troops on the two wings, the Baylanders' clothing was simple and uniform. Perhaps one would not notice much when looking at any one of them individually, but when these soldiers stood in neat rows, and those rows formed a perfectly ordered square formation, a silent might burst forth.

Kalem had never underestimated this human reinforcements force that had suddenly appeared. He had listened carefully to Amur's account of the battle at Silver Moon Fort and knew that the Alarda People possessed terrifying weapons, strict discipline, and powerful combat strength.

His earlier show of ease had merely been to raise morale, but Kalem also trusted the warriors under his command. They would look down