Although the Church troops, like them, were walking atop the hillock, these thickheaded soldiers insisted on sticking to the road.
Walking along the road was not a problem, but to the east of them, covered in vast expanses of pristine forest, no one knew if the Black Orcs would head south—if they did come south, perhaps an encounter would occur here or somewhere else.
The veteran didn't know if he would die, but he feared this defense force wouldn't withstand even one charge.
This stupid commander, whom no one knew from which Noble family he came, had been chosen by the Guards Army among the soldiers and military academies. Despite this, Nobles still based their choices on bloodlines, naively believing that lineage was the foundation.
Indeed, the higher Sequences and innate professions needed the support of noble bloodlines, but on the battlefield, a great lineage didn't mean one was adept at commanding legions.
