Ent Malte, the Valiant Marquis of the Gallic Empire, joined forces with the Dragon Mountain Count of the Vias Commercial Federation to annihilate a full-strength orc legion. The news was like an icy wind sweeping down from the Odin Icefield, spreading across the entire Western Continent in an instant.
Whether it was Norman Fortress, where the main orc force was pressing at the border, the Black Crow Gorge defensive line, or the cities throughout the continent's great empires, kingdoms, and duchies—soldiers, civilians, and, of course, most of all, our noble lords—everyone cried out in disbelief.
Once the shock passed, mages spared no expense in setting up countless magical water mirrors to broadcast the scene across the continent. From top to bottom, everyone on the Western Continent went mad. The soldiers' fighting spirit soared, the civilians' unease settled considerably, and the nobles began celebrating through the night, as if they had already crushed the orcs and preserved their wealth and glory.
Countless magical water mirrors flickered. Mountains of orc heads, orc corpses laid out in neat rows stretching for miles, scenes like something out of hell—yet they made countless humans beat their bellies and sing at the top of their lungs.
Ent Malte was immediately granted the title of Imperial Marquis by Holy Light I, along with the honorific "Valiant," a title meant to flaunt his military exploits. In an age that needed heroes, Enzo had burst onto the scene and naturally became one. The Gallic Empire's military was generous enough to promote him to Imperial General, placing five newly formed full-strength legions under his command.
Of course, those five legions were still training near Berely. Enzo would need to wait some time before he could fully take control of their combat strength.
On the shores of Lake Saint Grace, within