Crimson Caravan Alliance.
Their leader, Ross, looked over the information in his hands and could not help but laugh. "This is... this is truly unexpected!"
"I used to think this Sun Elf would eventually slink back to the Tree Sea in disgrace. If we wanted to recover our loan, we could only rely on him taking artifacts from the Lotheran Royal Court out of the Tree Sea to repay the debt."
"Who would have thought? Truly, who would have thought?"
"He actually managed to defeat Lich Fang of the Howling Children of the Wasteland."
An orc merchant said with a smile, "It seems we will not have to go through so much trouble to recover our loan."
Ross sighed. "What a pity. I really wanted to see that Sun Elf lose."
"After living all these years, I have never seen an artifact from the Lotheran Elven Court."
"Just think—if the artifacts of the Lotheran Elven Court were handed to our alliance, how much money could we make?"
"How many half-elf nobles would bid like mad?"
"What a pity. I fear that wish will be hard to fulfill."
One merchant said, "Not necessarily. If Kurto Shatterskull defeats him, would that not make it happen?"
Ross shook his head. "Difficult. Very difficult."
"Judging from all the information, Imril has at least four thousand men under his command now."
"How many men does Kurto Shatterskull still have?"
"Even if they fight, the battle cannot be decided in a short time."
A half-elf merchant asked doubtfully, "Imril's rear is now the territory of the Howling Children of the Wasteland. Fighting on enemy land, can they really be a match for Kurto Shatterskull?"
Ross looked at an orc responsible for guarding the caravan alliance and asked, "What do you think?"
This orc was also a