The signs of Qixing Territory assembling its army naturally could not escape the eyes and ears of the Monster Clans in the buffer zone.
Faced with an army of over ten thousand humans, dozens of Monster Clans were forced to unite.
Inside a cave two hundred kilometers from the border of West Wind County, a Silver High-Tier Goblin mage, a Low-Gold Kobold chief covered in red dragon scales, a Low-Gold Gnoll chief with a pointed snout and fangs, and a Low-Gold Ogre priest with two heads gathered to discuss countermeasures.
As for the chiefs of those small tribes without powerful warriors, they were only fit to wait outside for the results of the discussion.
"My eyes told me that the Human Army was armored and armed with spears. Even their most ordinary soldiers wore armor sturdier than the Gnoll chief's, and their weapons were sharper than Lord Rogue's claws." The Silver High-Tier Goblin mage introduced the intelligence he had seen through the eyes of his descendants to the other three Monster Clan chiefs, his tone filled with worry.
Upon hearing this, the Gnoll opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "One of my slaves told me that the human territory bordering our habitat is called Qixing Territory. It has only existed for a little over twenty years—not even one-fifth as long as my dead father lived. That means they have a limited number of powerful warriors. As long as we work together and wipe out this Human Army, we will become the rulers of this region."
Kobold Rogue turned to look at the finger bones hanging around the Gnoll chief's neck and shook his head. "Humans are very cunning—more treacherous even than Goblins. Leaving this place is the best choice."
"Rogue, who possesses the Red Dragon Bloodline, is