Troy looked in the distance, his expression solemn.
Beyond the horizon, dust clouds rose, taking up the view. Members of the Darkmane Tribe subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons as if it were their only lifeline.
Frankly, they weren't wrong.
Had the Aslan Tribe not warned them of the upcoming attack, they might have been taken completely by surprise.
Thanks to them, they had been given a few hours to prepare. They had eaten and made their final preparations for the upcoming battle.
"How many monsters do you think are there, Jafar?" Troy casually asked the shaman by his side.
"Thousands… maybe even tens of thousands," Jafar replied calmly.
"That kid sure knows how to use us." Troy sighed. "He positioned us where we have to take on the brunt of the monster stampede."
"But if you were in his place, would you even bother to give your enemy a fortress and siege weapons so they can defend themselves?" Jafar asked back in a teasing tone.
