Looking at the night before him, Nils Bloodwolf stood in the command tent, utterly unable to sleep. Instead, he paced restlessly on the spot.
In fact, ever since he had witnessed the terrifying explosion erupting from Sea-Gate Cliff two hours ago and released a messenger hawk to contact the main force, only for the hawk to return with the letter untouched—
He had already realized that his invincible elder brother had most likely been killed in the bombardment from that naval cannon.
Realizing that the battle had taken an unexpected turn, he immediately led his troops to halt their pursuit of the fleeing Imperial Army.
Instead, they headed toward Sea-Gate Cliff, intending to inspect the battlefield and recover the Crown-tier Blood Core that was vital to the Bloodwolf Clan.
However, considering that the enemy's sinister and cunning commander might have anticipated his actions and led the Mage Corps to ambush them in advance, potentially wiping out the last remaining forces of the Bloodwolf Tribe under his command—
After a brief period of thought, Nils chose to station his troops fifty kilometers from Sea-Gate Cliff. He also dispatched large numbers of soldiers to place the surrounding area under lockdown and patrol it, preventing the enemy from launching a nighttime raid.
"But... how did things end up like this?"
Their forces had vastly outnumbered the enemy, and their high-end combat power had been overwhelmingly superior to the Imperial Army.
Under normal circumstances, they should have won with ease.
So could it only be said that the enemy commander was simply too strong?
Nils sighed, and his expression gradually darkened.
The Bloodhowl Legion had been reduced from fifty thousand troops to just two thousand. Though they were all elite soldiers, their morale had long since plunged to an unprecedented low after witnessing the