On the hillside.
After Yakro gave the order, the fifty-odd Three-Eyed Race members instantly sharpened their gazes. Following the original plan, they split into two groups: one lay in ambush on the hillside, while the other took a detour to attack the convoy from behind.
"Yakro, everything's been arranged." The burly Three-Eyed man wielding a battle axe and wearing A6 Grade Armor licked his lips. "We can activate the jamming equipment at any time. We're just waiting for them to arrive."
"All of you, be careful later. During the deathmatch at Crimson Moon Mountain, I saw those Obsidian Martial Arts Hall members. Every last one of them was like a madman. To kill the enemy, they would even take down their own people along with them. They had no idea what death was." Yakro, the Three-Eyed beauty, watched the approaching convoy through binoculars as she spoke in a low voice. "Don't capsize in a gutter and tarnish our Wanderers' name."
"Don't worry, I've already informed the brothers." The burly Three-Eyed man nodded, contempt in his expression. "They're just a bunch of lunatics. How could they compare with people like us, who have traveled north and south through the wilderness year-round? That reckless disregard for life can only scare gang members lurking in the city's abandoned districts."
"Good. Wait for my command, then activate the jamming equipment together." Yakro swept her gaze over the people setting their ambush in orderly fashion, a smile curling her lips.
Just as the burly man had said, Yakro was full of confidence in these Wanderers who had temporarily gathered together.
These Wanderers had always operated around the major cities, specializing in dirty, exhausting work that even wilderness gangs refused to take. They were truly a group that hovered alongside death. As long as someone could