"Sir! Sir! An order from the Commander-in-Chief!"
"Sir! The Commander-in-Chief orders us to deploy our troops at once!"
A Gnoll sprinted toward his legion's formation.
The entire Gnoll formation was positioned behind the Foxman Shooter formation.
They were originally supposed to be the reserves and shouldn't have needed to be deployed. But that was no longer an option. If the Foxman formation continued to take losses at this rate, it wouldn't just be Marin who couldn't bear it—Prince Kase would be furious as well.
No one would have batted an eye no matter how many Kobolds died, but the Snow Mountain Fox Clan was a precious asset. Their birth rate was astonishingly low.
Flaun took the written order, read it through once, and tucked it into his robes.
These documents were important. If things went south, he could pull this out to absolve himself of ninety percent of the blame.
