The armies of the two powers faced each other again at Nagma Riverbank approximately one month after the engagement on Karul Plains.

The riverbank was too narrow for a full-scale engagement. Therefore, the commanders of both armies sent twenty to thirty thousand troops forward. The beasts of the land, as well as the birds, had all fled. Thousands of troops moved as one, shaking the ground with their steps and the air with their shouts.

Kung! Kung! Kung!

There was a magnificent drumming sword as horses charged and swords flashed brightly. The blades deflected the noon sunlight, and their helmets shone.

Indeed, they were the empire of swords.

However, the Meltor army opposite them were not amateurs. The victory of their hero at Dofrun Castle had ignited their fighting spirit, and was fueling their confidence on the battlefield.

Not bad.

Orta silently evaluated the situation as he nudged his horse forward.

Thanks to Theo, the number of shields has been significantly reduced. Of course, we can’t afford to install a tactical-class magic circle yet, but that might be worth a try.

The Andras army had lost a few of their titanium shields, which had created a gap in their ranks. If Meltor took advantage of it, they could kill at least five thousand troops. As the distance between the two armies was halved, Orta calculated...