"We can't guard such a large caravan." Krune's words caused the lively atmosphere to freeze up. Numerous glances shot his way, with some of them concealing a hint of killing intent. Krune didn't react to these responses, silently noting the directions where the killing intent came.
He then looked around, mentally counting the number of carriages and the people that were part of the caravan. "120 carriages and almost 2000 people. How can four teams guard so many people against harm?"
"Are you scared?" A feminine voice resounded soon after as a tall lady arrived. Her every step caused the ground to slightly tremble in response, for she had a giant stature, surpassing 3 meters. "You can drop out if you're scared."
"Look." Krune made eye contact with the lady, craning his neck high. "I don't mean to be rude, but four teams can't defend so many people while protecting the goods from damage."
