A thin mist shrouded the blood-red earth, where black-purple vines covered in long barbs grew everywhere.
A thick, pungent stench of blood filled the air, raging across the wilderness with the swirling wind.
Suddenly, a rolling yellow gale rose at the edge of the earth, accompanied by the roar of engines drawing nearer.
Su Mo sat in the second vehicle of the off-road convoy, gazing curiously at the desolate landscape outside the window.
The area they were in still fell within the boundaries of Tian Yuan Territory, but geographically, it was a full two hundred kilometers from the nearest city where ordinary people lived and moved about.
As the station of the Northern Military Region of Tian Yuan Territory, this place bordered a sizable tribe of the Myriad Kingdoms Dwarves, and battles often broke out.
Just a few days ago, the dwarves had sent a probing force, foolishly attempting to enter the territory. The two sides had consequently fought a fairly large battle.
"Why don't we consolidate our forces and wipe out all the dwarves on the other side?" he asked curiously.
Feng Long and Bao Lei were also sitting in the vehicle.
Hearing his question, Feng Long revealed an ambiguous smile. "There are fewer than a hundred thousand dwarves left. They can't withstand another major battle. Once their numbers fall too low and they flee, it'll be difficult to find such useful training targets again."
To establish an absolute position of power in the wars between human territories, a combat-ready army with consistently high fighting strength was indispensable.
To maintain their troops' combat readiness, the other territories could only wait for campaigns to suppress foreign races, then actively join in with their provisions and supplies.
Aside from the trouble involved, the expense was enormous, often draining half a year's