Across the Graylight Wasteland, tens of thousands of troops advanced steadily under Velin's command, clearing out the Monster Clans within sight.
Inside the tent, Cassius stood before Velin and reported, "My lord, the Monster Clans are growing scarcer. If nothing unexpected happens, they have either joined forces or migrated away together."
"Advance according to the original plan. Whether they have united or migrated together makes no difference to us."
"As you command." Cassius bowed, then withdrew from the tent.
As Velin studied the map, he actually hoped those Monster Clans would band together. It would save him the trouble of tracking them down one by one.
Ten days later, in a river valley, tens of thousands of Monster Clans had gathered there. They lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise their heads and look at the burly Black-haired Youth seated upon the throne.
"Great Lord Cosmo, all your followers have assembled and await your instructions." Rogue stepped forward, knelt before the burly Black-haired Youth, and reported respectfully.
Cosmo opened his eyes and looked at the densely packed ants. There were more than thirty thousand of them, yet fewer than three thousand could truly be called warriors.
However, he did not care how strong his newly acquired followers were.
Cosmo believed that with his strength alone, he could certainly defeat these humans.
"Stand down."
"Yes."
Rogue, the Kobold chieftain, retreated to the side and lowered his head, avoiding letting the Black Dragon read anything useful from his face.
If the Black Dragon drove back the human army, he would need to flee before the humans could retaliate.
If the Black Dragon fell to the humans, he would retreat immediately.
In short, following this stupid Black Dragon would get him killed sooner or later.
This was the buffer zone between