Bathed in the autumn wind, under Hudson's command, the expeditionary army formed their ranks on the main road, waiting for the approaching orc army.
This place is not a must-pass for the orc's rescue and supply team, but it is the easiest route. To take a detour would not only add thirty miles to the journey, but the road is also winding and rugged.
There are ten thousand in the central foot army and five thousand foot soldiers on each flank. Moreover, there are four thousand cavalry hovering outside the flanks, making a total of twenty-four thousand troops.
The army, clad in armor and red turbans, looked like a fiery maple forest in the autumn, glowing in the sunlight.
With a loud and urgent horn, the orc army appeared on the horizon. The pitch-black mass resembled a pine forest, yet their formation seemed rather chaotic.
Just by looking at their formation, they did not appear to be elite.
