"Word has already spread far and wide that every beastman has set off for war. There are over 270 known tribes. Although they declared that they have an army the size of 800,000, in reality, we know very well that they can barely muster up 200,000. If we take their 30,000 non-military personnel out of consideration, they would still be left with around an army of a 170,000. And they have all split up into four different directions. Clearly, they have already committed military suicide."
The long-neglected opera house that had stood for over 600 years in Maple city had now found itself occupied once again. It was now a temporary meeting hall. The middle-aged, but still handsome man dress in a military uniform was running his mouth off, on the stage. Clearly, the audiences were not giving a shit about him talking on the stage, some were sleeping, reading, or talking.
