The Neutral City built by the Beastmen was utterly vulnerable.
It wasn't just Torres who thought so; other noble generals and their soldiers believed it too.
With a contact battle that collapsed at the slightest touch, everyone from generals to soldiers was filled with complete confidence.
"Advance the whole army!"
According to the map's route, once they crossed the mountains ahead and proceeded about five more miles, they would reach the location of the Neutral City.
Torres looked up at the sky, knowing there were still half a day until nightfall.
Enough to make a decisive push and capture the opponent's city!
The grand army marched forward majestically, advancing along an unknown plain, with steep mountains on both sides, forming a massive gourd-shaped entrance on the ground.
This gourd-shaped valley plain, two to three thousand meters wide, was more than enough for the army to pass through.
