"Sir, all the warriors recruited from the Bartos Tribe have arrived. Please give your instructions." After the last Snowland Ranger left the Demiplane, the Mid-Gold Snow Goose people mage turned around and bowed to Velin.
Looking at the four hundred Snow Goose people standing in neat ranks, surprise flashed through Velin's eyes. He was surprised by both their discipline and their strength.
If he had not been mistaken, the strongest group of Snow Goose people warriors he had sensed above the icy region last night seemed to all be here.
"Elder Belengar, aren't you afraid that all the finest warriors of the Bartos Tribe will be lost in this war?"
"We once promised you that as long as you found us a place to settle, our tribe would be willing to fight for you. When it is time to fulfill that promise, we cannot break it."
"Besides, even if we all die in this war, the Bartos Tribe will still thrive under your protection and will not be swallowed by the torrent of time."
"Mien, assist Elder Belengar in organizing these four hundred Snow Goose people into four companies." Velin turned to the Guard Captain behind him and gave the order.
"Yes, my lord," Mien replied. He then led the four hundred-odd Snow Goose people to the camp on the left for reorganization.
Meanwhile, inside Stone City, after Hoggus learned of the news outside the city, he immediately dispatched his guards to every tribe, urging them to speed up their warrior gatherings. If he did not see enough soldiers before dawn the next day, he intended to treat those slow and negligent chieftains to a gnoll feast.
Water was poured into an iron pot, and the gnolls were scrubbed clean inside and out before being thrown in. The lid was