The king didn't like that, as no matter how he thought about it, these masters were destined to fall and die in the end. In addition to that, more pressure was exerted on masters fighting in the paths between mountains.
If not for the presence of high-end masters there, these paths would have been controlled by the enemies a long time ago. The enemies came from both directions and with the help of masters at the peaks, they managed to survive such pressure so far.
"We can't continue like this… I must think of something…" The king muttered to himself while squeezing his brain, trying to find a way to solve all of this.
But there wasn't much to think about, much to do. The enemies came with everything they got, took advantage of everything, and they were taken by surprise.
