Haca Dynasty Army Camp...

"Commander, let me take my men to raid those Orcs in the middle of the night," a man with an eyepatch covering his left eye said with a smile. "I promise that their little Fortress will fall before sunrise."

"You? Oh, please. We all know that you will just mess this up," a middle-aged lady snorted in disdain. "It will be best if I lead the night raid. Those Orcs will have no idea what hit them."

"No! It will be me who will destroy their fortress and snap Barca's head off!" the Commander of the Vanguard, who had given the order to attack the Fortress a few hours ago, declared. "If not for the Great General's strict order that I could not personally attack the Fortress at that time, it might have already fallen by now."

Several men and women scoffed at the Vanguard Commander, but they couldn't refute his words. He was one of the High-Rankers of the Haca Dynasty and had proven his mettle through many campaigns over the past decade.

"Calm down, Ronan," the Great General of the Haca Dynasty, Garret Ousborne stated. "Our men have traveled non-stop for a few days and need to take proper rest.

"Besides, they need to see with their own eyes how the Orc Fortress will be destroyed. That way, our morale will increase as we head deeper inside the Wanid Kingdom."

The Great General, who was only in his early thirties, didn't look intimidating, but his calm demeanor was enough to make the arrogant Ronan, as well as the other Generals who wished to raze the Orc Fortress to the ground as soon as possible nod their heads in agreement.

"If it is what the Great General wishes, then we will definitely obey," Ronan laughed. "The Orcs are lucky. They get to have some rest before I bash their skulls in tomorrow after breakfast."

Garret smiled before he raised his hand to call one of his trusted subordinates to attend to him.

"Tell the Captains to order their men to eat, so they can rest early," Garret ordered. "You don't have to worry about the watch duty because my personal guards will handle that. We will wage war three days from now, so tell everyone to make necessary preparations for the upcoming battle."

"Yes, Sir!" Garret's trusted Aide bowed his head as he carried out the orders of their Great General.

Ronan eyed the blonde-haired man, who held the title of "Untouchable" in the Haca Dynasty.

There were rumors that Garret's eyes, which were as blue as the sky, could see several seconds into the future. Because of this, he could effectively dodge, block, and counter any attacks that were aimed in his direction.

Just like Ronan, Garret was also a High-Ranker.

They had dueled several times in the past, and Ronan had never won even once against the blonde-haired man, who was a few years younger than him. Because of this, he respected Garret very much and listened to whatever he said.

"What strategy are we going to use in three days?" Ronan asked. "Earlier, I bluffed Barca to attack me, but their Orc Chieftain pulled him back in time. Truth be told, I almost wet my pants when he jumped off the Ramparts. Fortunately, my confident expression made their Chieftain feel guarded, so Barca ended up returning inside the Fortress."

Garret gave Ronan a faint smile as he pointed at the emblem ring that was on Ronan's finger.

"Even if Barca attacked you, you could have protected yourself with our Kingdom's National Treasure," Garret replied. "That will give you enough time to escape, so you'll be fine. However, your troops would have been annihilated if Barca hadn't been held back by their leader.

"If that really happened, you would have been demoted for sure, and that treasure would be given away to someone else. You got lucky this time."

Ronan wasn't able to refute Garret's words and only chuckled due to how close he was to being demoted.

"You still didn't answer my question," Ronan said. "What is the strategy we are going to use tomorrow?"

This time, Garret didn't reply right away. Instead, he gazed at the Orc Fortress in the distance as if weighing his chances.

Several minutes passed as the Great General of the Haca Dynasty stared in the distance.

The High-Ranking Officers of the army didn't say anything and simply waited for his reply. They were already used to Garret's character, and they knew that their leader was thinking of ways to minimize the casualties of their army.

Finally, after ten minutes, Garret shifted his gaze back to Ronan, who was still waiting for his answer.

"This will be our first campaign against the Wanid Kingdom after fifty years, and we can't afford to lose many of our men in the clash against the Blackrock Clan," Garret stated. "In order to minimize our casualties, we will wait until our allies attack the North of the Wanid Kingdom.

"While the six other Pillars are busy dealing with that threat, we will mobilize our secret weapon and destroy the fortress without having to lose too many of our men."

Ronan arched an eyebrow after hearing their Great General's reply.

"Isn't using it now a bit too early?" Ronan asked. "That is one of our Trump Cards. Shouldn't we save it until we have entered deep into the Wanid Kingdom?"

Garret shook his head. "You are underestimating the Orcs. Although we greatly outnumber them, Barca and his Orc Warlords could still annihilate tens of thousands of our soldiers if they decide to go all out. Besides, we still have other trump cards, No?"

Ronan and the other High-Rankers of the Haca Dynasty grinned.

This war was something that they had planned for many years. Back then, they only wished to get the most valuable resources of the Blackrock Clan, which were the Transcendent Flames, as well as carve out a piece of the Wanid Kingdom for themselves.

However, the Pillars of the Wanid Kingdom weren't pushovers, so they had no choice but to make a hasty retreat after knowing that the war had been lost.

This time, they had prepared a massive army that would not only fight against the Orcs but the entirety of the Wanid kingdom.

The funny thing was that they were not the only Sovereign Nation that was planning to attack the mysterious lands of the Spirits.

With other nations supporting them from the North, the Pillars of the Wanid Kingdom would be too busy fighting on another front.

This would prevent them from sending most of their reinforcements to help the Blackrock Clan deal with the powerful army that threatened their entire race.

'Father, just you wait,' Garret thought as he shifted his gaze to the Orc Fortress in the distance again. 'I will carry out the will that you left behind.'

Fifty years ago, Garret's father was the commander of the Army that attacked the Blackrock Clan.

Although he had survived the war, he suffered grievous injuries and died a year after.

Since then, Garret vowed that he would avenge his father and personally kill the Orc Chieftain that had orchestrated his father's defeat and humiliation.

With his ability to see a few seconds in the future, Garret was confident that he would be able to counter any trick that the hateful Orc Chieftain had under her sleeve.