Richard already knew which player troop had yet to appear.
The yellow sand surrounding the battlefield allowed his perception to expand infinitely. It was like he had a god's perspective while playing a game. One could see clearly without the fog of war.
However, the other party's strength was weak.
The weakness didn't threaten Richard at all. They were a group of defeated soldiers scared out of their wits.
He could always send three to five reinforced evil dragon wings. Their strength progressed after they slaughtered the old banshee.
A transcendent soldier could work as a boss when there was no threat from a hero.
Fortunately, the players understood the process and didn't get close.
Otherwise, Richard could let the guardian mummies, who didn't deal much damage to the old banshee, test the difference.
Richard only glanced at it once, then ignored it.
He focused on the battlefield ahead.
