Ang and Aisha rode Black Scale Horses, moving slowly along a rugged mountain path. Looking down, the vast Northern Savage Lands stretched out beneath them, while layered peaks rose in the distance as if they extended without end.
"How is it? Aren't the Northern Savage Lands more magnificent than you imagined?" Ang turned his head slightly toward Aisha, a faint smile on his face.
Aisha tightened her cloak against the biting wind, her eyes filled with both wonder and confusion.
"Brother, I heard people saying on the road that the Northern Savage Lands have now been occupied by tens of thousands of adventurers. Is that true?" Her voice carried a trace of worry.
Ang burst into laughter, and even the Black Scale Horse shook its mane from the force of it.
"Ha ha ha, that's simply impossible." He tugged lightly on the reins, signaling the Black Scale Horse to slow down, and explained, "The Northern Savage Lands are full of mountains, the climate is bitterly cold, and the environment is extremely harsh. Those adventurers can at most enter the mountains to gather magical herbs or hunt magical beasts. Truly occupying this place? That won't be so easy."
Aisha frowned, still somewhat worried. "But there are so many of them. What if they join forces..."
Ang waved a hand, confidence evident in his tone. "Even if someone truly wants to occupy this place, they have to pass through Beast Mouth Fortress. And that fortress is under my personal control. Every right of passage is in my hands."
Aisha relaxed slightly, but she still asked curiously, "Then are the garrison troops at Beast Mouth Fortress reliable?"
"Don't worry." Ang smiled faintly and looked toward the towering fortress in the distance. "The soldiers stationed there are all veterans I brought back from the