Chapter 920: The Anxious Commander

As the lineups from the four regions—South, North, West, and Central Plains—began their march towards the East. The roads were lined with trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, as the procession passed by. Giraffes grazed peacefully in the distance, unaware of the impending battle that loomed ahead.

At the forefront of the marching troops stood the commander, a formidable S-rank degu user with an iron-blooded resolve. With every step, his presence commanded attention and respect, instilling confidence and assurance in the hearts of those who followed.

Amidst the rhythmic sound of boots hitting the ground, the commander raised his voice, his words carrying over the surrounding landscape. The passion in his voice stirred the spirits of the soldiers, and his speech ignited a fire within their hearts.