On the same night the Bloodtusk Tribe sent their messengers to the other tribes to inform them about their righteous battle, Leone and his vassals had also hosted their own meeting.
"They are sending 2,850 warriors?" Kael smiled faintly. "Aren't they underestimating us too much?"
"You could only stay calm like this because of our fortifications," Ulric commented. "If they attacked us with what we had before, you'd be the first to try and convince Leone to escape far away from this place."
"Well, you're not wrong." Kael smiled evilly. "But now, their forces will be like an egg being thrown at a rock. If they want to capture our fortress, they would need to bring at least an army of 10,000 to do it."
If the Darkmane Tribe and the middle-ranked tribes were really serious in fighting them, gathering 10,000 warriors would not be a problem.
