The camp's recruitment office had been set up in a small courtyard behind the bulletin board.
Willow Tree's roots coiled through the center of the backyard, with Big Stone beside it. Both looked anxiously toward the entrance.
They had compressed the recruitment standards as much as possible, asking only to fill the City Beast's energy deficit.
But to the foreign tribes of the Hundred Severed Mountain Range, the number being forcibly recruited still seemed a little too high.
Several hours had passed since the notice was posted, yet not a single tribe had responded.
"Should we apply to the Imperial Clan and ask them to increase the recruitment rewards?"
"That'll probably be difficult. We're talking about over a hundred thousand people. Even a slight increase would add up to an enormous figure."
"Then what if we provide some resources ourselves to reward the soldiers who join first?"
"That could work, but I'm worried. If we give these people additional resources, what are we supposed to do about those who come later?"
"We're afraid of this and afraid of that. Are we supposed to keep waiting here forever?"
The two were speaking in low voices.
Just then, footsteps finally came from outside the empty courtyard entrance.
Vulture walked in through the gate, delight on his face.
Behind him were two lionfolk!
"Quick, bring over the roster! Warriors from the Ao Tribe want to enter the City Beast, head to the front lines, and earn military merit!"
Not to mention the occasional soldiers who usually came to sign up—even when a Large Tribe sent a thousand or so people into the City Beast, the three Shadow Beast Race members had never shown themselves.
They knew that anyone who entered the City Beast was certain to die, so there was no need to