Highlands.
This stretch of Highlands, extending for a thousand miles, lay in the northeast of the Gallic Empire. Across the Seine River, it overlooked the empire's northern provinces.
The Highlands were barren, with most of the land made up of rocky mountains. Life there was exceedingly harsh. The Highlanders who lived there had thus developed fierce yet tenacious natures. Every adult man among them was a qualified warrior, and any Highlander who cultivated battle energy and was willing to leave his homeland could generally secure a respectable position in the armies of the various nations of the Western Continent.
A dense sea of tents covered the western edge of the Highlands. Beyond several hilltops, across the mighty Seine River, thirty li away, lay the northern territory of the Gallic Empire. If enough pontoon bridges could be erected across the Seine from here, more than four hundred thousand elite troops could cross within two hours, suddenly appear on the flank of the orc legions, and strike them a savage blow.
Arthur's last four and a half elite legions were now stationed here, resting and recuperating.
Lin Qi knew that relying solely on the human elites of these four and a half legions would be impossible against the enormous orc legions. Yet he was in the Highlands, this wasteland plateau of rock that produced powerful warriors—Highland warriors no weaker than barbarian fighters in the slightest!
Thus, the messengers Lin Qi had dispatched moved through the tribes scattered across the Highlands. They delivered costly gifts to the tribal leaders and sent large quantities of food and gold coins to the tribes.
The impoverished Highlanders could not resist the lure of Lin Qi's gold. During these few days of rest and recuperation, groups of Highland warriors had already gathered from every direction and joined