บท 1739: Rotting

Their army was too organized, the way they launched attacks was too smooth, even the commands the dandy called out were short, concise, and riddled with code. 

This was either the greatest theater play of all time, or the opposition was an excellently trained militia the likes of which Commander Ragnor couldn't hope to measure up to. 

It was then he saw just how correct his instincts were. 

When the armies clashed, it was as though the Ragnors were being swallowed whole. 

Seemingly sturdy lines of defense collapsed on the Mortal Alliance side, leading to a fervent charges in response by the Ragnors who believed they had gained the upper hand, only for them the be swallowed whole and cut off from their own backline. 

The Mortal Alliance army could only be described as an amoeba eating its food. It ebbed and flowed with ease, biting off portions of the Ragnor army and conquering them piece by piece.