Ronan's excellent eyesight let him see a middle-aged, powerfully built man standing at the very front of the enemy army. He was over two meters tall, bareheaded, with shoulder-length golden hair and a resolute face. His body was extraordinarily muscular; his thick arms were probably as thick as Ronan's thighs. He wore half armor with a fur-lined shoulder cape, leaving his burly arms exposed, while chainmail trousers covered his legs. A huge battle axe was strapped across his back.
At that moment, he stood with his arms folded, coldly watching the fortress where Ronan was. Their gazes met. Ronan gave him a chilly smile, raised an eyebrow, and made a throat-slitting gesture. The middle-aged man frowned slightly but did not respond.
"It's the High Mountain Tribe. The one leading them is Tiberius, 'The Great Bear,' a member of the High Mountain Tribe's royal bloodline. The High Mountain Tribe originally had its own city-state, far from here, but Seljuh conquered it twenty years ago. Their king died in battle, and Tiberius, who was still a prince at the time, escaped with some of his tribesmen under the protection of his guards.
"Unwilling to remain in exile, Tiberius had spent the past twenty years helping his tribe recover while raiding and fighting everywhere to amass wealth and seasoned warriors. But without a fixed base, they had never been able to grow too strong. In recent years, Tiberius had repeatedly tried to attack other city-states and seize them for himself, but he had hit a wall every time. I don't know how Valantis persuaded him to join them.
"They say the High Mountain Tribe has ogre blood in its ancestry, which is why every one of them is tall, strong, impulsive, and hot-tempered. Their strength is formidable, but unfortunately, they were still no