The fighting along the mountain road was fierce, battle cries shaking the sky. Dust rose higher than the hills, plainly visible from Stormgate.
Yet all was calm at Stormgate.
The two armies simply stared at each other, looking as though they were all being punished by having to stand at attention.
Ingweir could not work out what the enemy commander intended.
They had clearly just roused their troops' morale. Logically, they should have attacked while spirits were high.
But since the enemy remained still, his own army naturally did the same.
Following the principle of not moving until the enemy moved, Ingweir continued this idle standoff with Owen on the other side.
After all, Godrick's army had tall, thick walls, sturdy gates, and the advantage of the terrain.
Godrick's Army could eat and drink their fill and wait quietly.
The same could not necessarily be said for their opponents.
Ingweir muttered, "How many days of rations did you bring? Three? Four?"
He turned to a scout. "Have you located their supply troops?"
"Yes," the scout replied. "The Redmane Army sent its fighting forces ahead. Their supply troops are still in Caelid, quite far from the main army."
"I see." Ingweir had a rough idea now.
As a rule, supplies should move before the army. And transporting provisions was something that could not be taken lightly.
Depending on the importance of the war, elite troops were sometimes assigned specifically to escort them.
But warfare was not a rigid affair. It required flexible thinking.
Take their current situation: why had four hundred thousand Redmane soldiers arrived in Limgrave ahead of their supply troops?
Ingweir suspected it was because Radahn believed Stormveil Castle was his for the taking.
Four hundred thousand troops would march swiftly, crush Godrick like a whirlwind sweeping away scattered