Despite Eldar’s exclamation, a battle had already begun on the land.

Hasadian shouted, “Don’t be afraid! The enemy has fewer men than we do!”

There were seventy Human soldiers and eighty Lizardmen. Altogether, there were still only one hundred fifty of them. On the other hand, there were three hundred Elf warriors.

‘Though we haven’t been able to rest after a long march. One side is a cliff, and the other is a precipice. It is difficult to take advantage of the large numbers of men we have given how narrow the path is. But the same goes for the opponent. Since we have a lot of men, the opponent’s pincer movement won’t matter too much.’

Hasadian then said to the other three centurions, “Leave the front unit to finish preparing, and have the rear unit turn around and get ready for the Lizardmen’s attack.”

“Which unit would you like to take charge of, Chief?”

“I’ll take the front unit.”

The other three centurions agreed with Hasadian’s order. It was too late to retreat now anyways. Given how well-prepared the opponent was, their main troops were probably here and would be destroyed once the battle was over.

‘The Lizardmen tribe seems powerful, so we’ll attack the Human tribe first. Once the Human tribe is defeated, we can escape this narrow path. If we pressure the Lizardmen with our large numbers at a wider area, there’s a good chance we can win.’

It still wouldn’t be ideal even if the battle turned out exactly as Hasadian hoped. It...