The highland camp.
At nearly one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, with dark brown skin, Lagren already counted as "tall" among the people of the West Continent.
He was also exceptionally muscular, quite unlike the stereotype of West Continent natives as short and thin.
As a senior general of Abidos, he was now in command of this army.
Lagren's brows were tightly knitted, a vague unease stirring within him.
Of course, he knew that Gina's troops had disappeared in the thick fog, and that the terrifying Lord Sargus of the Rose School had already sent people to investigate.
Yet even now, no news had come back.
Lagren summoned his adjutant and said, "Strengthen the camp's defenses. Also, send someone to Lord Sargus's tent again for instructions."
"See if any new information has come in."
Just then, he heard startled cries from the soldiers outside.
Lagren hurriedly lifted the tent flap and stepped out into the camp.
He saw wisps of mist drifting down before him.
The fog in the distance had now drawn near, reaching the army camp.
At this rate, it would not be long before the entire camp was shrouded in fog.
"Quick, light all the braziers! Keep-"
Lagren had been about to say, "Keep the enemy from taking the opportunity to attack," but before he could get the words out, screams rang out in the distance.
A small squad of Abidos soldiers was patrolling the perimeter of the camp.
Just then, two arrows flew out of nowhere and struck the two sentries standing atop a watchtower.
Both sentries screamed and toppled down, immediately drawing the attention of the nearby patrol.
But dozens of warriors had already charged into the camp, dispatching the patrol with revolvers and throwing knives in a few swift attacks.
Then fireballs flew out