"Marshal, the enemy has just left, shall we pursue them?"
Upon hearing his officer's query, Duke Daniel hesitated. After several futile attempts in their recent operations, they had finally caught up with the enemy's tail, but could this be a trap?
He quickly dismissed the thought. To carry out deception, there must be an opportunity to do so.
The battlefield was in the Orc Empire; neither the timing, the terrain, nor the human resources favored them as much as the enemy. Even if they attempted an ambush, the Expedition Army Corps lacked sufficient troop strength.
"Leave five thousand troops to clean up the Undead, and the rest will follow me to chase the enemy!"
Just as the army set out, a signal fire suddenly rose in the sky, following the direction of the smoke, which shockingly was the route they had taken.