Chapter 556: Something on the Horizon
At the border between the Doria Empire and devil territory, the situation was already festive, with many forces from across the continent gathering. Anyone passing through the area would see many flags bearing different symbols scattered across the border, forming an unbreakable net that seemed to isolate the devil territory.
These forces, assembled in preparation for the invasion of devil territory, were still waiting for more troops to arrive, as many were still on their way. A large number of volunteers continued to head to the border, and more were expected, with many still in the process of registering as volunteer troops.
At this moment, in one section of the border, there was a main area functioning as a central command post to coordinate the movements of the various groups. Large camps had been set up for the troops, and two imperial family flags fluttered side by side above them.
The symbols of the Doria Imperial Family and the Evergreen Imperial Family on the flags showed that these camps were joint camps between the two imperial families. A sight like this was rare, as only certain events could bring both families together in one place.
Now, another special event was approaching, and once again, they had to unite.
They were responsible for managing the troops across this part of the border, which stretched all the way to the territory of the Rivas grand duchy. It was a wide area to cover, and the army they commanded was massive—they estimated that more than four million troops would be stationed in this section of the border.
Elves, humans, dwarves, and even spiritual beasts and spirits—who had formed their own independent groups—could be seen in the camp areas.
However, this large alliance, made up of factions from different races, also came with its own problems.
Although from a distance it seemed that the different groups and races had no issues with each other, most still kept their distance—except for a few. This was not surprising, as many harbored prejudice toward other races or factions, making it difficult for them to work together easily. Such deep-rooted feelings could not be erased in a short time.
This was something many were aware of, including Hector, the First Prince of the Doria Empire. He was taking a stroll through the camps and their surroundings, though in truth, he was also making sure that everything remained in order.
He made a point of ensuring that no one stirred up trouble. Since the gathering began, he had already dealt with several incidents and had to punish those who threatened the alliance—especially those from his own empire. He knew he had to be decisive. He would not allow any cracks to form within the alliance.