When the leaders in the army heard that blood curdling cry, they finally regained their senses. Immediately after, groups of soldiers led by their respectively leaders flooded from all directions towards the stone house.
However…
Just as they were about to near the stone house, all of them had no choice but to stop.
Because, there were countless citizens of the Southern Mountain Range densely packed in front of them. Each of them was dark-skinned and wore various kinds of rattan clothing.
"Move aside!" A leader instantly bellowed.
"Why? What do you guys want to do?" An elder around the age of fifty, dressed in rattan attire and animal leather and wearing a hat with a feather on top of it on his head walked over.
