Northern Cocobia Rainforest, where the Orc Composite Army was stationed.
Within the lush rainforest, Dimis Darkmoon, commander of the 113th Division, rode in a Goblin steam war chariot alongside the tall Gary. At this moment, he seemed somewhat hesitant to speak.
Whenever he thought of the recent military meeting, where Zalga, currently serving as commander-in-chief of their composite army, had forcibly vetoed Star of Dawn's proposal out of personal emotion, he could not help feeling uneasy.
That woman's methods were indeed ruthless. She had even used allies like them as bait.
Yet it was undeniable that her intelligence and strategic skill were the finest within their forces.
Was it truly wise to ignore her warning and confront that Imperial commander, whose strategy was terrifying, with such an emotional decision?
The more Dimis thought about it, the more worried he became. Finally, he could not hold himself back and spoke to Gary beside him.
"Major General Gary, what do you think of this plan to pursue the enemy?"
"...Major General Dimis, you know perfectly well that what we think does not matter at all, don't you?"
Gary answered calmly. Then he turned his head and glanced at Zalga, who sat in the middle of the marching formation on a wooden palanquin carried by Black Marsh Clan logistics soldiers. With both hands resting on the armrests and his eyes half-closed as if dozing, Zalga looked like some petty emperor. A trace of mockery flashed through Gary's lion-like eyes.
"How the composite army advances is decided by Lord Zalga, the one with the most troops and Allied Forces authorization, isn't it?"
"But... sigh!"
Dimis could not help sighing. Then, with a troubled expression, he added,
"To be honest, I have a bad feeling about this. The Seventh Legion was completely wiped out by