Smack!
11:07 a.m., Bone Forest Swamp.
As speeding tires tore across the mud, they flung large amounts of sludge into the air while leaving deep tracks in the ground.
Within a heavy armored vehicle in the main Allied Forces column racing toward Bone Forest Swamp.
Through the window, Garl looked at the Bone Forest Swamp ahead—a place utterly black, with nothing but withered, skeletal trees and the enormous exposed bones of magical beasts scattered across the surface. There was nowhere to hide; the entire area lay exposed at a glance.
Garl's heart was filled with excitement.
He knew that as long as he successfully crossed this stretch and came within three kilometers of his heavy artillery unit's firing range—
Then, before the enemy could react, he would be able to bury that damned John Maslow, along with his hateful army, beneath a sky-spanning artillery barrage in this filthy swamp.
Of course, after the chain of encounters earlier and after fully realizing just what a treacherous commander John Maslow was—
Garl also knew that this battlefield, which appeared entirely ordinary and gave his side an almost absolute advantage—
Could still undergo unforeseen changes under the enemy's sinister calculations.
"So I have to remain vigilant at all times."
He absolutely could not allow the earlier ambushes to happen again.
Otherwise, this final chance at victory might slip through his fingers as well.
That was something Garl would never allow.
After pondering for a moment, Garl seemed to think of something. He immediately picked up the communication device at his waist and issued an order to the main force.
"Notify all ice-element mages and earth-element mages at once. Have them immediately switch vehicles and board light canvas jeeps. Once they have adjusted, have them move to the very front of the formation."
"Once