Zebra Man

A week later, at Sunset Grassland.

Cao Xing rode Red Dragon Gonsales, holding a dragon lance as he looked down at the city in the distance. Information about the city sent by the Faceless Ones surfaced in his mind.

The city had been built rather haphazardly. Aside from the castle and Special Buildings, most of the houses within were crude shacks.

A fourth-tier territory was already quite vast, yet a considerable portion of this city remained empty. The land had been leveled, but no crops were planted.

Although the territory had a wall for protection, neither its grade nor level was high. It was a third-tier wall of Rare Grade.

Clearly, the race within the city did not care much about the territory's defenses.

That was because this was the territory of the Zebra Men, one of the half-orc, half-centaur races.

To them, the wall was merely a barrier that kept out petty thieves and wild monsters.

When fighting on the grasslands, they preferred to gallop freely across the plains and clash with their enemies.

They would never rather cower behind the city walls and rely on the advantage of stone walls to fight their enemies.

Several thousand meters away, Cao Xing could already see what was happening inside the Centaur territory through his telescope.

Although the Zebra Men did not care much about their territory's defenses, they still maintained excellent control over their surroundings.

Even though the Silver Feather Flying Army had done its utmost to surround and kill the Zebra scouts, some Zebra Men had still managed to relay news of the enemy's approach to the Zebra Man territory when the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry Legion came within five kilometers of it.

The Zebra Man territory immediately erupted into chaos. One black-and-white zebra after another grabbed a weapon