The greenskins changed their tactics, and so did the Holy Roland Empire. The offense and defense between both sides on the battlefield were constantly adjusting.
Faced with the surging greenskin army, and clearly aware that they had already fallen into a disadvantageous position, continuing to fight the greenskins head-on would only increase their casualties and losses.
For the Holy Roland Empire as it stood, the wisest course was to stabilize the battlefront, then launch a counterattack once reinforcements arrived.
But this situation soon aroused the greenskin emperor's vigilance.
"Something's wrong. Although the changes are subtle, the Holy Roland Empire's counterattacks are gradually weakening."
"Great Emperor, could it be that we've already beaten them to the point where they can barely fight back?"
The Goblin Shaman beside him wore a fawning smile, but the greenskin emperor was having none of it. He even berated him outright.
"WAAAAGH! We've fought them for so long. Do you really think I don't know how much fighting strength they have? Idiot!!"
The flattery had landed on the horse's leg. Under the greenskin emperor's rebuke, the Goblin Shaman's legs trembled, and he hurriedly knelt to beg for mercy.
"His Majesty, please calm down! His Majesty, please calm down!!"
The greenskin emperor looked thoroughly annoyed.
"Get the hell out of here!"
Hearing that, the Goblin Shaman felt as if he had been pardoned by heaven, yet he still did not dare stand. In the end, he really did roll away with two great tumbles.
Seeing this, the greenskin emperor ignored him and continued speaking to himself...
"I feel like they're deliberately conserving their strength. They must be calling for reinforcements. They want to wait until those reinforcements arrive before launching a counterattack!"
As he spoke, the greenskin emperor looked toward the Blood Hand Great King, who was