"Judging by the estimates of our scouts, the enemy forces are around fifty to seventy thousand strong," one of the Warclaw Tribe commanders reported.
"It seems that they are really going all-out this time," Malik commented.
"Even if it was a hundred thousand, none of them will break past our defenses," Duncan, who was the Chieftain of the Redmaw Tribe, stated before shifting his attention towards Leone. "Isn't that right, Great Chieftain?"
Since the Aslan Tribe was the winner of the tournament, all the chieftains, with the exception of Hagen, now called Leone as their Great Chieftain.
"That's right." Leone nodded as he thanked his lucky stars that he had managed to swap with his clone at the right moment.
If his clone was the one that was asked this question, then it might have said something stupid like…
"Of course! The enemy could have over a hundred thousand soldiers, and they still wouldn't stand a chance against the might of the Borderlands!"
