The East.
Hundred Severed Mountain Range.
The closer they got to this region, the more foreign races appeared nearby.
At first, sporadic patrols of foreign races merely forced the mercenaries to change their route.
However, the worsening situation far exceeded expectations. As time passed, the originally scattered patrols gradually evolved into massive legions of foreign races numbering at least a thousand.
Occasionally, giant birds swept across the sky, casting enormous shadows as if searching for something.
At first light, Su Mo hid in a depression and poked his head out to watch a massive vulture fly past, looking rather puzzled.
At first, he had only felt that the foreign races' movements were strange. It seemed as though they wanted to drive the mercenaries to a certain location, capture them, and then negotiate with humanity.
After all, more than ten thousand foreign races were currently imprisoned in the frontline prisons. Quite a few of them had once held high positions in the foreign legions, such as the Centaur Race, which possessed the greatest combat strength.
If they could capture a group of high-value humans, they could propose a prisoner exchange to humanity.
If the exchange succeeded, everyone would be happy.
The foreign races' currently scattered morale would certainly be suppressed to some extent. At the very least, they would no longer be gripped by the panic that the end was coming at any moment.
If the exchange failed, the foreign races would lose nothing. They might even make a small profit.
As long as they spread the news that humanity had refused to exchange prisoners throughout the frontline checkpoints, it might not affect the New Star Legion's morale, but it would at least make those annoying mercenaries settle down for a while.
However, the closer Su Mo got to the Hundred