Khao'khen frowned as he observed the battlefield, "Looks like the one in-charge of the enemy's right flank grasped the weakness of the Drakhars' formation."
The absence of screening units to aid the Drakhars was a mistake on his judgement. They needed other units to aid them specifically their wings as the chaos of battle wouldn't ensure that they can keep their foes in front of them at all times. The Drakhars' weren't as powerful and durable as the Rakshas who could just keep moving forward and drill a hole in the enemy's formation.
Unlike his warriors who want to fight as many enemies as possible, the Drakhars were the opposite.
Adhalia nodded her head in agreement, "They are weaker than your kin, and they lack training and experience. It will take more than a year for them to even be able to be as effective as your warriors."
She knew that no matter how many years they trained, how many more experience they gained, her Drakhars wouldn't hold a candle against the might of the horde. That was not only due to the innate advantage of the orcs when it comes to physical prowess but also their mentality. The orcs loved to fight and don't fear dying in battle.
What they fear was that dying without doing any battle to accumulate glory to their name. While her forces were almost the exact opposite of the orcs, so it was understandable in her point of view.
Faynah turned her head towards her cousin and couldn't help but ask, "How much stronger are the orcs compared to the forces under you?" If her estimation was correct, there was only about a thousand of the orcs in the camp or perhaps just slight over it. The trolls and ogres weren't included in her estimation.
Adhalia smiled at her cousin, "The Rakshas alone would send the fielded army of the enemy running in no time. That is how much stronger they are," she replied with great confidence.
"The Rakshas?" her cousin couldn't help but be confused.
"The remaining orcs who in the camp," a swift reply of Adhalia.
"But there is only about a thousand of them," she can't help but be astonish.
"They are enough to send the enemy army running."
Her cousin's reply further increased Faynah's confusion. Yes, the orcs are far stronger than them but they were up against a portion of the Ereian Royal Army and they were up against a ratio of 5 to 1.
'No matter how strong they were, they can't fight continuously without getting exhausted,' that was what was on Faynah's mind. Little did she know of the inhuman training that the Rakshas went through in order to become one.
On the side of the Drakhars, they sustained just a bit of over five hundred in casualties and the number of wounded didn't go over a thousand.
After learning of their defeat, Ishaq can't help but shake his head in disappointment at the result. The soldiers he sent accompanied by the proud Ereian Royal Army was easily defeated by an army that was established not even for more than half a year.
"I can't believe that they were defeated," Isma clicked his tongue in disappointment.
Menna just shrugged his shoulders, "You do know that they are a prideful bunch and if I am not mistaken, the leader sent by the commander was demoted by that bast*rd in terms of overall command. He would then have sent his own man to be in-charge of the total army."
"At least now we know that the new army of the Darkhariss isn't your typical band of rookies. They have some battle prowess and we shouldn't continue to underestimate them." Ishaq sighed as he stared at the strategic map in front of them.
According to the scouts that they have dispatched, the orcish army that left their camp was nowhere to be found. There were no traces of them in the immediate surroundings which made Ishaq believe that the rumour circulating around was true.
"Are we certain that the gossip is true? Menna was sceptical of its truthfulness. He doesn't believe in such things unless it was supported by evidence.
"Reports from the scouts that we had sent out supported its reliability, why do you ask?" Isma replied.
"It just doesn't feel right to me. My intuition is telling me that there is something going on that we are not aware of."
The intuition of Menna was spot on. The scouts that they have sent out were not able to find the presence of the three quarters of the Yohan First Horde was because they were hiding on the other side of the river. And they didn't erect any camp. They weren't going to stay there for a long period of time which is why they didn't do so.
At a moment's notice they would move out and were just waiting for the command.
"So, should we launch a pincer attack at the enemy camp?" Menna continued.
"No, we will do it according to the previous plan." Ishaq replied after his silence.
Although they could, he was against it since there is a possibility of the enemy army to survive after they manage to defeat them. His plan was to eradicate the invading forces in one fell swoop and launching an attack right now at their camp would affect his goal.
He wanted to surround the invaders and cut off their escape route by pinning them up against the walls of the fort as soon as they commit all their numbers in the siege. He was just waiting for that moment to come and he would annihilate them all down to the last monster. But would Khao'khen give him that chance after learning of the presence of another enemy army at play.