Li Yao had arrived at the so-called northern outpost by noon, but all he saw was a scene of utter devastation.
The giant stone outpost had collapsed halfway, and the small village formed by the outpost had become chaotic and broken.
The human inhabitants here seemed lifeless, their gazes dull and numb, as though they had lost all vitality.
Li Yao quickly found the officer in charge and asked, "What happened here?"
The officer, a Centurion, sighed and said, "More than a month ago, we were attacked by the Stone Tower Tribe. The outpost couldn't hold them off, so we had to retreat temporarily. Still, many people didn't escape in time."
Li Yao fell silent. The Stone Tower Tribe was the ogre tribe he was destined to deal with. Being captured by ogres was a dire fate.
"Young man, the monsters here are not easy to deal with. If you want to seek adventure, you'd better choose another place," the Centurion said with a sigh.
