Three months later.
After a period of preparation.
Nearly a hundred thousand adult Gith with sufficient combat capability had been selected.
Although, due to the relative scarcity of supplies.
Most of them wore only somewhat inferior equipment.
Every single one of them possessed at least one sufficiently powerful weapon!
That was the foundation accumulated bit by bit over the past several centuries.
It was basically equivalent to the entire fortune of the Gith race!
Therefore.
There would be no probing in this battle, much less any room for error!
Either they won a sweeping victory.
Or they could only be utterly annihilated.
At first, the Pope himself had not been entirely confident about this.
But there was nothing he could do.
Because this dungeon was located in the Barren Lands, where resources truly were limited.
If not for spells such as the Water Creation Technique and Bread Making Technique sustaining their logistics.
This environment would have found it difficult even to support a few thousand people...
But even with those daily spells that could sustain logistics.
The other resources in this region remained exceedingly scarce...
Their quantities directly restricted the development of the Gith!
Even with the help of the Heavenly Gift Scroll, allowing them to continuously develop new technologies, they had no resources to put them into practice.
The overwhelming majority of new technologies and knowledge were thus nothing more than castles in the air...
That feeling.
Was like trying to raise whales in a cramped, crowded fishpond.
Therefore.
There was little point in continuing to hide.
Only by successfully expanding their territory and seizing regions with scarce resources.
Could the Gith as a people have a chance to advance further and grow stronger!
And such an act.
Undoubtedly meant directly confronting the forces of the Mind Flayer Empire...