"Lord, the Wilderness Alliance Army numbers between twenty-five and thirty thousand. Of those, only less than ten thousand are truly combat-capable. The rest are all vassals like Goblins and Kobolds, serving as Auxiliary Soldiers."
"In their camp, I also saw Pigmen, Harpies, and Bear Goblins."
Inside the conference hall, the Little Moustache Officer was reporting the intelligence his Scout Squad had gathered.
The Lord noticed that one of the officer's hands was wrapped in cloth strips, and the blood that had soaked through them had dried and hardened.
Clearly, this intelligence hadn't been easy to obtain.
While Levi didn't know the cavalry's exact casualties, the fact that even the commanding officer was wounded suggested they had paid a significant price, if not suffered heavy losses.
"They've established rows of animal hide tents on a low slope, with no defensive fortifications on the perimeter."
"Centaurs, Pigmen, Bear Goblins, Harpies... what a gathering of elites."
