Domina wiped the rain off her face, her tone anxious.
Upon hearing this, Fang Hao's eyebrows also instantly furrowed.
The Webweaver's base, which is responsible for mining the Mithril Mine, though not large in number, is an indispensable location for territorial development.
Now, the Dragon Clan and the Blackstone Tribe have encircled the base and the mine.
This is not good news.
"Why don't you sit down and take it slowly?" Fang Hao gestured for Domina to sit and talk.
Domina didn't sit down, but continued speaking, "Lord, they somehow found out about our last treasure cave operation. A few days ago, the Blackstone Tribe surrounded us, demanding to know where we transported the treasure."
Taking a deep breath, she continued: "Lord, we didn't say anything, but they are running out of patience. Once the rain stops, they might attack the camp."
Domina spoke very quickly, her anxiousness evident.
Her story was also clear.
