Just after Viscount Webster finished explaining the enemy stronghold's distribution and risks.
The atmosphere in the tent fell into a brief silence, with everyone waiting for the next step in deployment proposals.
Viscount Webster spoke seriously and gravely:
"Based on current intelligence, the terrain around the Ice Tooth Ore is relatively flat. We can consider eliminating this stronghold first, and then use it as a starting point to advance and defeat them one by one. This is the most reliable approach."
Several old-school nobles nodded, clearly agreeing with this steady and strategic deployment.
But before he could continue, a hoarse and slightly intoxicated voice suddenly interrupted him: "Old man, why are you so slow?"
Everyone abruptly looked towards the main seat.
Count Fors was seen holding onto the back of his chair, barely keeping himself upright, but his face was still heavily intoxicated.
