Roger set foot on the path in the Northwest.
Half a day later.
He could see a camp built against a mountain in the distance.
The lowest point of the camp was between the mountain passes.
The highest point stood on the peaks on both sides.
The thick and continuous walls blocked most of Roger's vision.
The Golden barrier outside the campsite was even more sensitive.
Roger approached.
An ear-piercing alarm sounded on the city wall!
"Who's there?"
"Stop!"
A group of fully armed soldiers swarmed out.
For a moment.
At least 20 crossbows and more arrows were aimed at Roger!
Roger calmly looked at the leader who had scolded him and repeated the lines he had said to the White Horse attendant.
The leader looked at Roger seriously.
After a while, he said in a deep voice, "
"Camp Martin doesn't accept useless people."
"If you can prove your strength, I can give you a chance."
Roger nodded and said, "
"How do you prove it?"
