Farkas was not new to the battlefield.
Though the Littoe Clan was but a small tribe of a few thousand people, mixed with quite a few slaves and civilians, it was no soft persimmon to be squished by just anyone.
Besides occasionally plundering the southern borders of the northerners and the northern cities of dwarves, they were no strangers to conflicts with other clans.
Yet he had never fought such a frustrating battle.
He had experienced deeper despair, but never the kind that caught him so off guard.
Although the destruction of the Magic Net allowed them to invade this forbidden area with impunity.
They intended to make this a quick operation to avoid retribution from the Villitaser People come autumn.
Therefore, the riders and dragons were lightly equipped, nearly devoid of any armor.
