The Children of the Forest around the Agricultural and Pastoral Ancient Soul hesitated. After a short delay, one of them finally dared to present the sheepskin to Pan.
Pan took the sheepskin. At first, he showed no expression and hardly paid it any attention.
After all, the Moro Baron Territory was too weak.
It lay on the border of the Viscount Country, nestled among the Mountains, with almost no resources. It could not compare with the wealthy Ambrose Basin.
The land's only value was that it was the only route from the west into the Ambrose Plain.
The Children of the Forest were supposed to intercept any human forces trying to enter Ambrose from here, ensuring that the Thousand Year Fire could never be restored.
But when he saw the first sentence, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
"The king of the Arthas Kingdom?" Pan frowned, suspicion and concern in his eyes. "Has the king of Arthas Kingdom personally taken the field? If so, how many High Knights, Champion Knights, and knight dukes has he brought? Is he planning a massive Glorious Crown War?"
"If that's the case, we'll have to avoid his main force for now. With our strength as it is, even if the Thousand Year Fire goes out, we still won't be a match for the Arthas Kingdom."
"No, that can't be right."
"The Franks, the Arpols, and the Lower Burgundians have just fought a war against the Arthas Kingdom. Its army should be in no condition to march right now."
"The Lower Burgundians are a water tribe. They could unleash floods across the Arthas Kingdom at any moment. And the People of Red Steel—the Franks—have never kept their word. They could very well take the chance to invade Arthas."
"The Arpols of the Gap Land won't pass up