Are you satisfied now?

North of the Gray Order's stronghold...

Beyond that stretch of low "wall," which looked more like a perimeter fence than an actual city wall, a large, twisted Space Gate continuously spewed out groups of snarling Noxian dragon hounds. The portal had clearly been distorted by interference from something or someone else.

Afterward,

they quickly spread out beyond the Gray Order's northern wall, filling the vast farmland that the diligent people of the Gray Order had leveled out of the Voodoo Lands...

They were densely packed and seemed to be under the control of some control spell or a dragon-hound leader. Suppressing their normally violent nature, they paced restlessly back and forth. Every so often, a few would rush out and roar threateningly toward the Gray Order's mages, far away atop the high walls or in some spire, declaring their kind's ferocity to the people of the distant town.

"Swain!"

"This Space Gate is still too unstable. The Noxian mages could probably only break through the Gray Order's spatial defenses to this extent at most! It's a real shame when you think about it... Of more than eight thousand dragon beasts, fewer than six thousand made it through. The unlucky ones left behind probably got lost in the spatial currents and were thrown somewhere or other..."

Soon, after the large but horribly distorted Space Gate was disrupted by the Gray Order's mages and its spatial coordinates forcibly shut down, LeBlanc made a rough count and quickly determined how many "troops" they had here—and how many they had lost.

"Not bad!"

"Fortunately, you didn't insist on sending the empire's Trifarian Legion here. Otherwise, the losses would have been enormous..."

Thinking of how nearly a third of their "troops" had been lost simply in teleportation before the battle had even begun, LeBlanc secretly