The dust of battle had already settled. In the elven camp, the subordinates of Vianis, the High-Rank magic archer, had finally assembled: 22 elven Mana-Wielders, 15 human Mana-Wielders, 16 herbivore beastman Mana-Wielders, and nearly 300 Mana-Less.
This was the largest bandit force spoken of by the Scorch Wolf Tribe—the group that charged into the mines outside Dog Forest City every year, plundered nearly half their wealth, and had run rampant throughout The Basin for years.
It could be said that every member of this guerrilla band had looted enough wealth to cover the expenses of a High-Rank individual, according to the Scorch Wolf Tribe's accounts.
Looking at the beastman corpses strewn across the ground, the human knights armed to the teeth around the camp, and several wolf riders mounted on mid-rank Magic Beast Wolves, Vianis felt that her tribe was facing an imminent catastrophe.
After several minutes of standoff, the knight riding the largest Magic Wolf hesitantly entered the camp and introduced himself. "Hello. I am Fang Dante, captain of the Night-Kirin City Frost-Wolf Knights. May I ask who is in charge of this camp?"
Before Vianis could speak, her maid Vivian asked, "Dante? That Attendant of the Gallop Family?"
"Mm. My family has indeed served the Gallop Royal Family for generations." Fang nodded.
The maid smiled, her expression full of disdain. "Heh, isn't The Basin full of Gallop royals? Are you from Xingtian City?"
"I am from Night-Kirin City! My lord, Marquis Landen Gallop, is a believer of His Majesty the God Emperor, the chieftain of the Barbarians on the plains, a landed noble of the Dragon Kingdom, master of the Black-Scaled Horse herds, companion of the Frost-Wolf packs..." Fang rattled off more than a dozen titles in one breath, afraid they might look down on Landen. "This year,