"Based on my calculations of our army's speed versus the enemy's, if all goes as expected, the Wolf King will have already set up an ambush at the Yalaso Mountain Canyon by the time we arrive!"
"We will engage the Wolf King there!"
Old Li was dumbfounded. "Wait, are you saying the National Preceptor's plan is for us to… go straight for their king?"
Zheng Haoran smiled faintly and folded the map. "That's the idea. Once we take the Wolf King's head, the already disunited Barbarian Race will be too busy fighting amongst themselves for the throne and control of the tribes to bother Daqian again. The Wolf King's death will buy us at least ten years of peace! It will give Daqian a crucial decade of breathing room to rest and recover!"
Old Li shook his head and sighed deeply. "But they have every advantage—timing, terrain, and morale... I fear this will be incredibly difficult!"
