A deep frown appeared on Zed's face. Perhaps he had accidentally pushed Gundar into forming an alliance with the Aslan Tribe.
The Aslan Tribe was not only a tribe that survived the combined attacks of the middle-ranked tribes, but also a force that had created a fortress in the Grimjaw Mountain without anyone noticing it.
After seeing the exterior and the interior of the fortress, Zed knew that bringing the fortress down would take over ten thousand warriors armed with siege weapons.
And if the headcount of Leone's tribe increased further, the number of warriors required to bring down the fortress would also increase proportionally.
'Let's test the waters first,' Zed thought before lightly clearing his throat. "Tell me, Lord Leone, if the Grimhowl Tribe doesn't support you in a war between you and the Darkmane Tribe, how many hours do you think it will take for this fortress of yours to fall?"
