The Knights of Touval quickly joined the camp and didn’t waste any time in making their own preparations for temporary lodging. Like the Rid

  The Knights of Touval quickly joined the camp and didn’t waste any time in making their own preparations for temporary lodging. Like the Riders of Balarian, only one real command tent was set up just for the sake of having a central planning location.

  The main difference between the two was the fact that Touval’s main strategist would not be sleeping in this tent. The Spear of Touval would of course be leading her knights headfirst into battle.

  But that was still to come. Currently she was standing with a small frown on her aged face, after just hearing the update on the situation from Prufan.

  “So they are truly not mindless brutes then.”

  She paused as if to make sure next words would have the impact she desired, then continued.

  “But it changes nothing. We will put them to the blade and eliminate their so-called King before the week is over.”

  Of course, Grafai said nothing, but Prufan simply shook his head.

  “Yes, yes we will kill them all no problem. Why don’t we fait for the others to arrive so that we can make a proper plan to accomplish that?”

  The Spear of Touval only rendered a simple nod in Prufan and Grafai’s directions before leaving the tent altogether.

  …

  As the day went on, more and more individuals began to arrive and the camp quickly grew in size as 10,000 troops and who knows how many more support and logistics personnel began to flood in.

  A lot more tents were erected, and plenty of stations for on the fly blacksmithing, potion work, and anything and everything needed for a proper staging ground before a war. From this point there would be no retreat.

  They would either return from this camp with the head of a Goblin King as a prize, or instead never return at all. That was understood in detail by all of them.

  Except for perhaps the non-fighters.

  Anyway, after the arrival of the archers from Liasante, who were the last to arrive, a proper strategic meeting was held, with all the relevant leaders. All of the nations who participated in the GES were now here, and on the countdown to war.

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  And since those present were warriors and not diplomats, the command meeting was far more intense than that of the GES.

  “There is no need for this foolishness. You all might be scared of a few monsters, but the Knights of Touval fear nothing. This is a war, not a chance for you to play your political games.”

  The words spoken by the Spear of Touval was of course directed at the representative of the Blue Sky Federation. Although he had the strength and battle experience to lay a claim to the title of warrior, he was not hear in a fighting capacity.

  The Blue Sky Federation were responsible for supplying the entire group with whatever it was they needed. They covered the costs for it and are there to ensure that the reason the battle is lost will not be due to a lack of resources.

  Of course, all the parties involved made sure to bring their own supplies and goods, but it was a major benefit to not having to travel with an entire logistics department on their own.

  The problem now…was that the representative of the blue Sky Federation, a man by the name of the Tuse had his own ideas about how the supplies should be divided up. Especially when it came to one particular group.

  Tuse, grit his teeth and he quickly scanned the room for support, and after realizing he had none, all he could do was click his tongue and relent in idea he was pushing.

  He wanted to charge the Demi-humans for the use of the items they would take from him.

  The Demi-humans did not take this lying down and a heated discussion quickly took rise , but before it could grow in any more intensity, Hersha, the Spear of the Touval Kingdom shot it down.

  Now while some of the other nations likely wouldn’t have stepped in on behalf of the Demi-humans, at least not initially. Touval was close to the Demi-human border. They weren’t necessarily allies or even all that friendly with each other, but Hersha in particular was a no nonsense type of woman.

  And in her mind, not only was this act dishonorable in her eyes as a knight of Touval, it also wouldn’t serve her nation well to rile up the Demi-humans further. Now in terms of support, there wasn’t a single soul in the room who would choose to antagonize the Spear of Touval needlessly.

  The Elven woman gave a curt nod in the direction of Hersha, who returned it and the situation was quickly put to bed.

  “Ahem…now that politics are out of the way. Why don’t we get back to planning how to complete the reason we were all gathered in the first place? The Goblin King? Remember?”

  Seeing that he now had the attention of everyone in the tent, Prufan continued on with Grafai standing solemnly beside his Uncle. Prufan might’ve been a legend in the lands of North Balarian, but as the weakest in a tent with other figures who had their own claim to fame, he was nothing much.

  But allowing disrespect to befall his Uncle was not on the list of activities Grafai had planned for the day. If anyone had such thoughts, they would simply face the talons of his Harkenian.

  From there, an entire plan strategic plan was drawn out.

  The main attack plan itself was actually really simple.

  The Knights of Touval, and the Knights of Verdan, would be engaging in a simple frontal assault. It was what they trained for, and it would be how they knew best to fight. The voices in the tent saw no reason to stray away from that.

  Where things would get a bit tricky for the Goblins, was how everyone else would come into the battle.

  Especially, when one considered that the Shadows of Verdan and the members of the Black Wolf Tribe were still in those forests, even now.

  Needless to say…the Goblins were in store for a few surprises.