Ang brought Moze and his group to Beast Mouth Fortress. The place still exuded a grave atmosphere. Though the traces of war had been cleared away and buried, many gullies and hoofprints were still exposed under the northern wind.
Ang pointed around them, his voice low. "This is where we once fought."
The remnants of battle seemed to still linger in the air, and the tense atmosphere was almost suffocating.
Moze looked around and lightly patted the mage beside him. "Record it." At his command, the mage swiftly took out a Recording Crystal. As light flickered, the crystal began to rotate, capturing images of every inch of the surrounding land.
A few minutes later, the entire battlefield had been clearly displayed within the crystal. Moze nodded and said to Ang, "We'll document this information in detail and conduct further analysis when we return."
Then, Ang led them toward the ruins left after the battle. The Northern Barbarians were summoned one by one and questioned in turn.
Ang deeply admired Moze's abilities. Not only was he outstanding in magic, but he had also mastered the Northern Barbarian language with complete fluency.
Whenever a Northern Barbarian spoke, Moze could understand almost immediately without needing an interpreter. The Northern Barbarians, too, held nothing back before him, revealing details even more thorough than the intelligence Ang himself possessed.
Ang stood quietly to one side, watching everything without blinking.
Finally, after a period of questioning, Moze frowned and turned to Ang, his tone still calm and stern. "Mage Ang, even if you were certain those mages were members of the Black Magic Society, you should not have decided to kill them all on your own. As a lord, you should have handled the matter more cautiously."
Ang raised a brow and immediately retorted, "If I