The Situation is Chaotic

The Situation Was Chaotic

Lokirav Pass was not very wide, only a few hundred meters from north to south. North of the pass was a forty-meter-high steep slope, and south of the pass was a sixty-meter-high gentle slope.

At sunrise, Wayne discovered that scattered camps had already appeared west of the pass. However, these camps still could not pose a threat to the Knight Order in his hands. Both he and Theresa believed they should first build a fortress on the southern gentle slope; as long as they could seal off the pass, any number of Barbarians could be slowly digested.

Yet after they climbed the gentle slope, things changed again. The number of camps east of the pass far exceeded their imagination; it would not have been an exaggeration to describe them as a stretch of fortified stockades.

"Wolf-Barbarians?" A tense look appeared on Wayne's face. "And Beastmen tribes and Girislav's Knight Order too. This is going to be difficult."

Wolf-Barbarians were mixed-blood descendants of Barbarians and Girislav from Frost-Wolf Forest to the east. For several hundred Wolf-Barbarians to gather into a tribe, they were clearly no soft persimmons. Wolf-Barbarians lived in the forest and were not skilled at mounted combat, but their people were generally over two and a half meters tall, taller and larger than ordinary Barbarians. They were skilled at using certain tree bark from the forest to make enormous solid shields. These shields were harder than steel, and with the aid of their unique Magic Patterns, they feared neither water nor fire.

The Beastmen tribes were close to the Wolf-Barbarian camps, but they had not merged camps either. Girislav's camp was farther from the pass, several kilometers away, set up along the banks of the Gallop River. Through the observation of the Mage's Eye, they