Iwan said while looking at the magicians that were barely together as a small group.
There were only around fifty of them while the archers behind them were around two hundred.
And soldiers holding melee weapons were more than seven hundred in this line of defense.
The row had many soldiers of different classes but the one class which had the lowest numbers was the magicians class.
"Since the 1007th row, their numbers have been decreasing. But, from what I saw, their numbers will increase when I reach the front rows of the battlefield." Iwan mumbled as he remembered the sight that he had seen on top of the mountain of demornets.
With that sight in his mind like a perfect unforgetful image, Iwan knew that he still had a long way to go before standing in a perfect place where he could really grow as a magician.
