At this point, with the high-end combatants on both sides having changed targets, the battle between the two armies on the main battlefield grew fiercer by the moment.
The Bloodthirsty Great King remained extremely composed—or rather, utterly confident.
He knew full well that the main force of his clan was right behind him. Once the Bloodthirsty Clan's army entered the battlefield, all it would take was a single move to reverse the situation through sheer numbers.
However, as the battle dragged on and the allied army's offensive grew increasingly ferocious, the Bloodthirsty Great King—still waiting in vain for his clan's forces to arrive—gradually began to sense that something was wrong.
"WAAAAGH! Where the hell is my army?! Why haven't they arrived yet?!"
Although they had rushed ahead of the main force to reinforce the battlefield as quickly as possible, the main army had already reached the outskirts of the battlefield at that time.
Under normal circumstances, no matter how slowly they moved, they should have formally entered the battlefield by now.
Yet his troops had made not the slightest sound, as though they had vanished into thin air.
This situation placed an invisible pressure on the Bloodthirsty Great King.
It couldn't be that something had happened to them, could it?
Clearly, the limited information contained in the Greenhide Emperor's order had not been enough to explain the situation here in detail.
What the Bloodthirsty Great King knew at present was essentially that reinforcements had come to support the Holy Roland Empire, disrupting the balance of power between the two sides. The Emperor had ordered him to bring his army over as quickly as possible and assist them in their battle against the allied forces.
But he did not know that there was also a Wood Elf mage corps here!
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