The Feder Warriors present couldn't bring themselves to laugh. They gripped their longspears, knuckles turning white. Only the cold weapons in their hands offered them the slightest sense of security.
If a few hundred people were just a dense crowd, then an army of over four thousand covered the mountains and fields, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The Feder Tribe was like a lone boat in a storm, in danger of being capsized by a single wave at any moment.
The Feder Warriors, unaccustomed to such large-scale battles, were all incredibly tense. The mountain wind lifted their distinctive white hair, a stark contrast to their pale faces and tightly pressed lips.
"Zat, I remember you took a lover back in Kolon?"
the Lord suddenly asked with great interest.
Zat scratched his head. 'Didn't the boss already know about this? Why bring it up now?'
An astonishing number of bandits were already visible, stirring restlessly and ready to attack at any moment.
