"Don't forget about the resistance fighters, they must have a massive amount of food supplies if they have managed to hold on.
I've given you the methods, now it's up to you to handle the rest! Take action swiftly while the enemy is resting, or it'll be too late."
After speaking, Derris turned and left. Her intuition told her she couldn't stay any longer, or more trouble would come her way.
She didn't know if the Allied Forces could solve their food shortage, but the Elf Race definitely had food.
Many warhorses had fallen in last night's battle. These were the spoils of the Elf Army, not enough to supply the entire army, but sufficient to keep the Elf Legion fed for a few days.
Above the clouds, a person and a dragon were looking down at the camp below, seemingly searching for something. Maxim's behavior was particularly exaggerated, almost drooling.
