One hour before the United Legion's official collapse, on the outskirts of the Azure Origin Ancient Grove, within the main Allied Forces army.
Leaning against the frame of a jeep door, Roxy had confirmed from her Reconnaissance Unit's report that there were extensive traces of human activity within the grove.
Having confirmed that John Maslow had indeed chosen this battlefield for the decisive battle, just as she had predicted, she slowly narrowed her eyes.
However, she did not immediately order the troops, whose tactical deployment had already been completed, to attack the Azure Origin Ancient Grove. Instead, she slowly raised her head to observe the clouds overhead, lifting her right hand to feel the humidity in the air.
Combining that with the data previously measured by instruments, she closed her eyes and rapidly ran the calculations.
Very soon, Roxy reached a conclusion:
"The torrential rain over the Cocobia Rainforest will likely arrive around 6:50 this evening."
Thus, compared to the four hours of combat time estimated during her rough calculations at dawn,
she now had a full eight hours to encircle and suppress John Maslow, who was hiding within this ancient grove spanning a total of twenty-four square kilometers?
Hmm, that seemed quite ample.
Of course, that abundance of time was based on the assumption that the enemy had not set up any ambushes.
But John Maslow was clearly not the sort of person who would obediently stand there and wait to die.
Therefore, judging by tactical deduction,
given that the enemy had more troops than her side and possessed a large number of Middle Tier fire mages capable of easily carrying out a fire attack,
if she were John Maslow, she would certainly have arranged for the soldiers stationed here beforehand to coat the trees across this area—or the