Not only were there these mammoth strongmen, but there was also a large group of unfamiliar hippopotamus warriors and Mastiff People warriors lying on the ground, playing with a pile of conch shells. Dozens of small lion-like golden-armored Mastiff dogs lazily lay beside them, tongues lolling.
From whence did these followers of His Highness emerge? The twenty Orephin squad leaders of the Turun allied team looked bewilderedly at the large tent set up behind the wagon, unable to see how such a tent could accommodate so many people.
Liu Zhenhan chuckled. He knew that everyone in the Turun allied team was harboring this question.
"Your Highness, the enemy's numbers are double ours! It would certainly not do to rashly charge forward, and they also have powerful weapons. I think we should carefully consider the levels of attack!" said General Reyes, unable to bear the chief Shaman's frivolous demeanor any longer, his tone intensifying urgently.
