On the east bank, within the Pioneer Alliance camp, the air was heavy with a subdued atmosphere.
Had's face was still covered in wounds, and an uncontrollable aura of irritability surrounded him.
He sat in the middle of the tent, both fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
Elma sat beside him, his expression complicated. With a sigh, he said, "You've seen his strength for yourself. This isn't the time to force yourself. Calm down."
"I can't swallow this humiliation!" Had growled, his voice filled with shame and fury.
As a Level 1 Enchanted Armament Warrior, he had actually been defeated by Ang before everyone's eyes. The humiliation burned his heart like blazing fire.
Elma said calmly, "There will always be people stronger than you. If you truly want to regain your dignity, stop acting on impulse. Train hard and break through to become a Level 2 Great Warrior as soon as possible. Only then can you win back your honor fair and square."
Had took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forcibly suppressed the surging anger in his heart.
He knew Elma was right.
This time, he had truly seen what a gap in strength meant.
After a moment of silence, he said softly, "What restricts us most right now is supplies. We need to make proper plans while we have this chance."
Before long, the Pioneer Alliance convened an emergency internal meeting.
During the meeting, the noble lords finally realized that rather than continuing to clash head-on, it would be better to focus on development before the situation worsened completely.
Thus, the Pioneer Alliance swiftly adjusted its strategy and began recruiting migrants on a massive scale from their respective territories.
In less than a month, more than a hundred thousand migrants had moved into