'To find that the enemy only numbered five thousand, and their strength was just average... this is the first time I've ever fought such a one-sided battle. It almost feels anticlimactic.'
"Since these lowlifes are so eager to be our guests, let's have them stay here forever." The Lord's tone was ice-cold, sealing their fate.
As the Jackal Wolfman Scouts gathered intelligence, they confirmed that several Tribes around the Wilderness had been plundered, leaving only ruined walls and corpses strewn everywhere. Just as Leiden had said, the enemy was treating the Wilderness as their personal backyard, capturing slaves here to sell.
After all, capturing slaves was far simpler than doing business—a venture with guaranteed profits and no risk of loss.
