"I am Kellman, the leader of the Frostwolf Mercenaries. Please clear the way!" Kellman stepped forward, asserting his identity.
Normally, common brigands would scatter at the mere mention of Kellman's name.
However, this group of bandits was evidently extraordinary, showing no signs of retreat.
Kellman's expression turned grave, marking the first time his reputation had failed to intimidate.
Upon observing the bandits' fearless stance, Howard suggested, "Let's take a detour."
Although Kellman felt humiliated, he trusted Howard's judgment, as his decisions had always been correct.
He nodded, "Alright, let's go around."
As they turned their horses to leave, a large, burly man jumped down from a tree behind them, effectively blocking their path.
He held a massive club and looked at Kellman with a sneer.
