"You are to be deployed on the Elven battlefront. You are expected to reach there yourself within two weeks at the minimum."
Rayleigh sighed, ever since the war started. He had been constantly moved back and forth between different battlefronts. As the current strongest human mage, he was the one with the highest mobility and large scale power.
In wars like this, it was the high level power that dictated everything. Rayleigh's presence would control the upper echelons, who controlled the middle who in turn controlled the lower echelons. These lower echelons naturally being the commoners.
Armies were only necessary to control the commoners. What was the point in ruling without any subjects after all?
Finally, Rayleigh himself was controlled by the emperor. They were all essentially pawns in the massive chest game that was the War of the Races. Humans going up against every other race to see who would be the overlords of the world.
