Twenty miles behind the core defensive line of Black Crow Gorge, Holy Light I stood expressionlessly inside Marshal Beian's command post, guarded by over a dozen Dawn Elves. Distinguished generals filled the area. Dozens of Gallic Empire commanders stood beside the enormous magical sand table, holding their breath as they silently watched Enzo's battle to the death against two orc warriors displayed in the magical water mirror.
A faint smile appeared on Holy Light I's cold face. "Ente Malte truly deserves to be called the model of an imperial soldier. When faced with orc provocation, we should answer them forcefully with iron and blood."
Marshal Beian stood beside Holy Light I with his hands behind his back. Watching the scene in the water mirror, he nodded unhurriedly. "If Major General Ente can defeat a few more foreign races—or even kill two Titans in these duels—then in this old servant's opinion, we may be able to make the foreign races suffer a little. Of course, only a small local victory."
Holy Light I gave a crisp wave of his hand. "Even a small victory must be fought for. These past days, the Empire has suffered far too grievously. We must teach the foreign races a lesson. The Longshan Family's reinforcements are only one day away from Berely. Before they arrive, the Gallic Empire must display the bearing worthy of the continent's foremost power."
Marshal Beian and the many commanders exchanged glances, then nodded with dark expressions.
They had all heard of the Longshan Family reinforcements' glorious exploits along the way. They had not caused any truly major trouble, but everywhere they passed, it was as though locusts had swept through. The local people had been tormented until they nearly wept. No one knew how those bastards could eat so much—every last