The army ahead let out a roar and surged past Valric toward the village.
Emerald Castle's forces charged at the same moment.
The two armies collided in the middle of the desert. Weapons clashed, armor slammed together, and battle cries merged into a deafening din as countless feet churned the yellow sand into the air.
In a battle between armies, choosing the right ground was crucial.
Amid the chaos, Ethan and the enemy commander never took their eyes off each other. Neither allowed ordinary soldiers to interfere. Instead, they left the main battlefield at the same time and headed for an open stretch of sand nearby.
"You know the rules. I like that!"
Ethan found himself looking forward to fighting this immaculate commander.
Once they actually exchanged blows, he would probably want to slap himself for thinking that.
This had nothing to do with rules.
The soldiers around them avoided the open ground without needing to be told. Not one came close.
