Just as Huozi and those slime workers were doing good deeds at Steepcliff Ridge, the Northlands Allied Army led by Fischer, Legion Commander Jero, and the others, after nearly half a day of forced marching, had likewise passed straight through the supposedly perilous Griffon Mountains and arrived before the fabled Steepcliff Ridge.
Gazing at the narrow, rugged valley before them and the steep, towering wasteland surrounding it, Legion Commander Jero furrowed his brow, looked at Fischer, and asked directly:
"Luskan has most likely already set up defenses here. How do we fight?"
This was also the question on most people's minds at that moment.
No one believed Steepcliff Ridge could not be taken. Their military objective was Luskan itself, and they had brought the most elite force the Northlands had ever seen. Steepcliff Ridge was merely a troublesome obstacle; the real question was how to pass through it swiftly at the lowest possible cost.
The Silvermoon Federation had considered quite a few tactics beforehand, but since Zelandia had already acted in advance, they naturally wanted to first see what their allies had accomplished.
Even if the strategy failed, they would still be able to remedy the situation in time.
"We notified Huozi when we set out. He should already be preparing. Let's wait a little longer—uh, looks like there's no need to wait after all."
Fischer was also staring at the ridge ahead. With an embarrassed look on his face, he stammered as though finding it difficult to speak, then suddenly widened his eyes.
The others followed Fischer's gaze and saw an Ogre suddenly flee from a cave on the ridge, his arms crossed over his chest, his face blank with confusion and panic, as though something terrifying were chasing him from behind.
"Toga! Toga! (Catch him! Don't let him