Maximilian returned to the army camp settled around fifty kilometres away from the Baihu Stronghold. Naturally, his camp seemed the simplest among the grand camps of the five commanders, not to mention that his battalion's camps were also at the edge of the camp.
As if he cared about these measly accommodations. He went straight inside his camp and lay down lazily on the bed.
"From the looks of it, the human army doesn't seem to be at any advantage against the beasts," he murmured, his eyes narrowed in thought. "On the contrary, the beasts have a clear upper hand. They have more beasts that could rival the commanders. Not to mention their Clan Head, Vyomendra, who can fight against the War Marshal and the General in his base form. There is no way the Southern Legion can claim the Baihu Stronghold unless... the War Marshal has a trick up his sleeve."
He released a sigh, closing his eyes. "Let's wait and watch."
