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Half a month had flown by in the blink of an eye.
North City.
Tianguang City.
Lu Chen, clad in brown armor, stood atop the city wall, gazing into the distance at the snowflakes swirling in the sky.
Scouts from the North Land had already returned in considerable numbers, many of whom were soldiers of the Barbarian Tribe.
It must be said that the barbarians had a significant advantage on the plains, especially in the area of scouting enemy movements.
At this moment, Xiao Pengthian leaped from below the city tower and landed beside Lu Chen, "Prince, judging by the rate at which the tribes of the North Land plains are gathering, it will probably take another month before they can head south."
"Moreover, I have estimated that the North Fre King's call to arms will not rally more than one hundred and fifty thousand barbarian soldiers."
Hearing this, Lu Chen pondered for a long while.
