Only a few of the wolf cavalry fled to the ferry at the foot of Berimion Mountain and knelt in front of their overseer.

Thousands of troops gathered here.

The war-torn body of the warlord is like tempered bronze, thick and full of sharp edges. His hard muscle lines are as majestic and perfect as the marble heroic statues in the temple. The cold light between his eyes is as impressive as the fangs in his mouth.

Shivering. His fingers traced the trembling muscles, and the fierce and steady pulses were transmitted along the fingertips to the Wolf Cavalry's spine.

After listening to the report, he was silent for a while, and then asked like a volcano ready to explode:

"You mean, more than two hundred wolf cavalry and four hundred infantry were defeated in less than half a day?"

The deserter who was questioned trembled all over and fell to the ground:

"The warriors are being attacked from both sides, but we are really powerless to stop them!"

"Send him to the punishment camp and let these deserters be the first to fight back." Mangurus waved his hand and asked his subordinates to take the deserters away. Then he summoned a commander, "Immediately build a position west of the bridge over the Loire River. We

We cannot lose the bridgehead for the westward advance."

…

Taking advantage of the night, Harandil led the Ranger Squadron across the Loire River from the lower reaches and hid on Mount Berimion near the Clan Alliance military camp.

Due to the limited number of ships, there were not many troops that could be sent across. According to the plan, Griffith led all the cavalry to cross the Loire River in the second batch after the half-elf rangers crossed the river. The armored cavalry of the Storm Squadron all imitated Griffith.

, erecting a feather-decorated flag on the saddle, although it has no mystical effect, but the collective action is like flying snow, making a shuddering whistling sound. They came to the river and took down the feather flag.

, sneaking over in batches with weapons and war horses.

Griffith looked up at the starry sky. The unknown twinkling star was much larger than the previous few days, and it was impossible to ignore this obvious difference.

The unspeakable throbbing lingers in my heart, and a certain moment is coming.

Griffith looked to the east and saw the warlord's general flag erected in the clan alliance's military camp. The orc front army general was there, and he would fight with him tomorrow.

He withdrew his fluctuating heartstrings and looked at Galadia beside him. Before he could speak, the elf lady obediently ducked away, leaving him and Krista in peace.

Griffith looked at the unsettling starry sky again and said to Krista: "Tomorrow you and Nona will direct the attack. After breaking through the front line, take up positions on the east side of the bridge and destroy the enemy's antlers and fences. Manggu

Russ is a warrior who leads the way, and he will come to fight you."

Krista caressed his breastplate: "You don't have to do this step, it's too risky. Maybe, maybe I can..."

Nothing is possible, the conspiracy of the Void Realm Life Weaver is right in front of us. Griffith glanced back at the cavalry squadron that was preparing to quietly cross the river, and said to the girl:

"It's not a risk. If we just defeat the defenders at the bridge tomorrow, Manggulus can still continue this war. That star makes me uneasy. Before some conspiracy is launched, I want to end the war here and send you
Chapter completed!