At the same time Xino Dragon was forced to retreat from the Great Graveyard, the fortress nestled in Black Wind Valley resembled a small boat sailing on calm waters, so tranquil it hardly seemed a battlefield.
The Beastman sentinels on duty yawned, bored as they stared at the distant cliffs, their crossbows now resting against the ramparts.
By the fire near the gate, three Beastmen carrying long halberds had gathered together for an intermittent chat.
"When do you think they'll come?"
"Who knows."
"Maybe they won't come at all."
Just then, the sound of horse hooves came from afar.
The three had just tightened their grip on their halberds when they saw it was the scout sent out by their boss riding a wild boar, and they immediately relaxed their guard.
The city gate cracked open slightly to let in the scout riding the wild boar.
Watching the Beastman scout dismount, Sano Black Hand, commander of the mercenaries of the Crown of Malice, asked in a deep voice,
