The ebony-haired soldier looked emotionlessly at the hundred enemy elites trying to get past his scope, analyzing them while he had a chance.
His team took the northwest side, which was in the direct opposite direction of where the enemy array appeared.
The mountain areas were much more difficult to traverse for enemies and—especially when they were being mobbed by tens of thousands elsewhere—had the tendency to be a little less guarded.
This was what Fargo and the others probably thought.
Garan thought ahead of them and he assigned himself to handle the area. Along with him were a few of his more powerful soldiers, and despite the thin strip of battlement they had to move in, their years of cooperation shone through.
It didn't matter if the enemy's leader could be ten levels higher than he was. Garan was there to make sure that no one would get past him.
