These were all middle-high tier Professionals among the Beastmen of the Alliance Army.
At the center of the war tent stood a magic sand table; it was a terrain map of the Desert, and also a panoramic image of this battlefield.
The war tent was like a vegetable market, noisy and chaotic, Beastmen everywhere shouting their opinions at the top of their lungs.
"These humans actually dare to crawl out of their turtle shells!"
"I'll tear them to pieces and let them learn what true pain really is!"
"Start the battle at once! My broadsword has long been starving and parched!"
.......
The Beastmen were in a frenzy, as if they had already forgotten the heaps of corpses they had left before the human fortress.
They had also forgotten how, over these years, every assault on the humans had ended with shattered spears and sunken sand, their tribes pushed ever farther north.
Glory Shaman Edward, however, wore a deep frown.
