"Akbar Ghattas, the king in the south, a man of cruelty and cunningly that even a tale revolved around him. Once, there was a lord that refused to join the army and the man lived a miserable life for a very long time." In a voice as soft as silk, the explanation started.
"Leading the first army of the southern greater alliance, 180 thousand men strong and currently believed to be headed to the northeast, the land of the dark elves. The officers in that army amounted to 30, though not geniuses, they are still educated and experienced. The fight in front of you will be hard," The woman said with a smirk on her face.
Sweat formed on his face as Frigs thought, 'This sounds bad. The empire has more troops, but will they be able to gather all of them in one place? Furthermore, the imperial army has been recently defeated, their guns stolen,'
