"Sir John, they…they are coming over," a knight said fearfully.

"As though I can't see for myself!" Little John said softly. "Stay vigilant!"

"Sir, that is the Roaring Dead Legion!" The knight's voice trembled as he spoke.

"What is the big deal?" Little John asked with a prideful smile.

The knight dropped his jaw, wanting to say something, but ended up keeping mum. He did not know where to start, as he had too much to say. Little John seemed ignorant and proud! During the night, the mage army had been utterly destroyed. The Griffin Aerial Unit had also ceased to exist. The Roaring Dead Legion was the only remaining powerhouse, and it would be impossible to defeat them with only a few thousand new infantries and more than 200 knights. They would be courting their own deaths if they were to attack the Roaring Dead Legion. However, commands must be obeyed. He could only lament his fate, and the fact of having such a Chief Commander. 

The army was approaching them. Although there