In this trial, there were Mages, Assassins, and warriors, but when it came to speed—at least over long distances—few could hope to match the outstanding agility of Hunters.
Therefore, to turn around the disadvantage he was about to face as much as possible, and to get that giant bow into his hands as soon as possible, Du Qiyu went all out. Before even the young eagles and the other Beast Tamers had reached the left-wing position, his true body had already arrived at the main camp ahead of everyone else and found Kainlaur directing the battle.
Kainlaur's bearing at that moment was nothing like that of the slightly aged, white-haired old man in the central command tent the day before. Standing atop a small hill at the center of the camp, he gazed at the endless stretches of firelight beneath the highlands, listened to the messengers rushing back and forth report the battle below, and continuously issued orderly, well-reasoned commands that struck directly at the weak points of the enemy's assault plans.
The orders were quickly relayed below. Before long, the blazing battlefront beneath the highlands gradually began to cool, and it would probably be reduced to only a handful of sparks soon.
Perhaps upon seeing Kainlaur stationed here instead of in the central command tent, the soldiers who threw themselves forward one after another had already fallen into despair.
The War Legion's nighttime ambush had undoubtedly failed, but with a perfectly timed charge, they had alerted the entire encirclement line.
Based only on what Du Qiyu had witnessed over the past few minutes, Kainlaur's military aptitude was so high that it was nearly impossible to imagine how, in history, he had misjudged the overall situation and gotten the encirclement lines of both nations completely destroyed.
But none of that