Lux's idea had opened Ashe's eyes to a whole new world.
However, compared to giving Lissandra counterfeits, the allied army's more important task for now was to establish a firm foothold in Freljord City and transform it into a base for launching attacks and a distribution hub for supplies.
The two things could be done simultaneously, but considering the consumption of food and supplies for tens of thousands of people and horses, securing the logistics first was still more important.
Moreover, before they truly began causing trouble for Lissandra, the allied army needed to settle on a way to spread information. That meant they needed the cooperation of the Avarosa tribe, and it also meant that the Northern Expeditionary Army had to transfer some members of its intelligence teams from the rear to assist with the work.
The prerequisite for transferring intelligence personnel was a stable supply route from the rear and reliable channels for purchasing supplies.
War had always been a matter where one tug affected the whole body. Especially in a large-scale expedition like this, Lux had to personally command on the front lines and personally take action when they encountered powerful enemies. At the same time, before every battle, she had to consider supplies and provisions, and afterward, lead everyone in reviewing the battle.
Every one of these tasks was extremely draining. If Lux had not once climbed Mount Targon, she probably would not have been able to hold out.
And now that the battlefield had shifted to Freljord, the enemies had become even more dangerous and troublesome, while the supply lines had grown absurdly long. The pressure weighing on Lux was increasing by the day.
At yesterday's bonfire party, she had nearly fallen asleep on the spot. Ever since the battle in Black Forest, Lux's average