At this moment, James was carrying out his daily routine within the Northwestern Border Fortress, inspecting the interior of the fortress and checking on the troops' condition and its defensive facilities.
By now, the fortress and the Barbarians attacking it had developed a certain tacit understanding. Although the Barbarians' attacks had not weakened, their siege operations were highly regular. As long as the defenders prepared in advance, they could hold the fortress steadily.
As for the Barbarian army, maintaining the current situation was not bad either. After all, Heshima had already given up on capturing the Border Fortress before him and was counting on the detached force to achieve a breakthrough.
However, that morning, the Border Fortress's observation posts noticed something unusual about the Barbarians. They should have launched an attack in the morning, yet they had made no move even now, leaving everyone deeply puzzled.
Logically speaking, the tacit understanding between the Barbarian army and the fortress defenders was for the Barbarians to launch one attack in the morning and another in the afternoon. This pace had lasted for a week, but the sudden change today made James and the defenders worry that the Barbarians' silence might conceal some plot.
James's inspection was also meant to remind the defenders to remain alert and prevent the Barbarians from suddenly causing trouble.
While the fortress defenders were making preparations, the atmosphere inside the Main Camp, in Great Chieftain Heshima's tent, was extremely grave.
Heshima stared at the bedraggled Barbarian officer kneeling before him, his brows tightly furrowed. Clearly, he had received some very unpleasant news.
Heshima's state made the entire tent feel oppressive. Several Commanders of Ten Thousand were also listening to the officer's report, holding their breath and not daring to move or make a sound that might interrupt