The situation is at a stalemate, and the Northern Expedition Army is the first to suffer. Perhaps in order to put pressure on the Alpha Kingdom, the Orcs have stepped up their offensive.
Innumerable cannon fodder races are continuously sent to the battlefield, as if to grind the Northern Expedition Army to death.
"Everyone, rest assured, the Orcs are at their wit's end. Speed is of the essence in battle, our reinforcements are on their way, the longer the delay, the more advantageous it is for us.
In the past, they would have sent their main force to fight us, there's no way they'd be dawdling like this!"
Marshal Campbell tried to boost morale.
If reinforcements really are on their way, this slow-paced war of attrition is clearly not a desirable strategy.
Unfortunately, all the nobles present knew better and weren't easily fooled.
Although they and the army were trapped here, that didn't mean they had completely lost contact with the homeland.
