Under the cover of night, the 1,500-strong Beast Clan raiding force could already make out the Sun Fortress in the distance by moonlight.
The Beast Clan soldiers lay prone on the slope, watching the fortress in the distance.
The hundred-meter-tall fortress towered upward. A row of searchlights was fixed around its middle, illuminating a vast open area below as bright as day.
In the large open area before the fortress, on the already-marked dodgeball court, twenty-four bare-chested pig-headed men wearing thick-fabric trousers stood ready for battle. A short pig-headed man stood in the middle of the court.
As the short pig-headed man tossed the ball into the air, the members of the two teams charged at each other. They did not even look at the ball; their sandbag-sized fists hammered toward each other's faces.
On both sides of the court, quite a few Wild Boar warriors and short pig-headed men had set up grills. With the head chef's special approval, barrels of ice-cold beer soaking in ice water were available for anyone to take.
Many Wild Boar warriors held skewers of meat in one hand and beer in the other as they watched the dodgeball match, looking quite relaxed. They all had one thing in common: each wore a nameplate around his neck. The front listed his name, age, and other information, while the back bore the Sun Mark.
These Wild Boar warriors seemed relaxed, but they actually were not. They were all single dogs. If they had wives, who would still be out partying this late? They would all be working hard to reproduce and raise the next generation.
On the distant slope, after seeing the scene in the open area before the fortress, the Beast Clan soldiers lying there were all somewhat dumbfounded. In their impression, pig-headed men