In the main camp of the Black Tiger Legion, Elon was holding a scroll and frowning.
"Reporting, General!" A soldier quickly entered the camp, knelt before Elon, and said urgently, "Commander, we've spotted traces of the Purple-Blue Legion on the eastern side of the defensive line."
Elon looked up at his subordinate in front of him and asked, "How many of them? Whose troops are they?"
"There are approximately over 30 thousand troops moving south from the northwest direction. The scouts reported seeing battle flags bearing the symbol of Zeno and Barlow!"
"The subordinates of Barlow? Get the three commanding generals to come!"
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