Entering the valley, a Small City appeared before him.
There was none of the bustle he had imagined. Soldiers disguised as civilians were everywhere. As for the natives who had originally lived here, they had either been silenced or imprisoned somewhere.
Judging with the greatest malice, no matter which force it was, they would basically never leave behind such uncertain factors.
Continuing to sneak forward, Sigrin searched all around and finally discovered an unusual place.
There was an opening on the western side of the Small City. On the surface, it looked like an abandoned Mine Cave.
But upon getting closer, he discovered that more than a hundred people were secretly guarding the Mine Cave, and every one of them was a High-rank Bronze warrior.
In the Seventh Legion, there were at least eight or ten thousand soldiers of this level.
Yet within this valley surrounded by both hidden and visible sentries, they were the most elite warriors.
Sigrin took a deep breath and calmed the turmoil in his heart.
There were eighty-five minutes until his Soul Power was exhausted, and fifty-five minutes until it was time to retreat.
In other words, he had to get out of here in less than an hour, or this place would become his burial ground.
"Goddess of Life, protect me!"
After passing through a dim, winding passage, Sigrin's pupils contracted slightly at the sight before him.
The enormous cavern was filled with tents. A rough estimate put the number at no fewer than ten thousand. Every soldier slept in armor, maintaining the highest state of combat readiness.
Walking along the Rock Wall Walkway, Sigrin memorized the army banners, the approximate number of tents, and the distribution of combat professionals.
After an unknown amount of time, he entered a new cavern and saw one