Bamboo leaves rustled as the group moved swiftly through the bamboo grove.
If it had been the season for digging winter bamboo shoots, they might have run into a few people, but they passed through without any obstruction.
It could be said that the Green Bamboo Tribe had invested no manpower or resources whatsoever in guarding against foreign invasion. It was unclear whether they were confident in their own strength or simply unconcerned about Mountain Forest Town.
Before long, faint human voices reached everyone's ears.
Through the gaps in the forest, they could easily see a relatively open stretch of land below the bamboo-covered hill, where dozens of Wooden Houses stood scattered unevenly.
Luo Ning also saw quite a few farmers returning home carrying farm tools. They seemed even thinner and more exhausted than the farmers of Mountain Forest Town.
Elrond softly reminded him, "My lord, there are people in the watchtower over there."
Luo Ning looked in that direction. A three-story watchtower stood atop a relatively high slope, and figures could indeed be seen moving around on it.
But here was the question: what was the point of building a watchtower inside the stronghold?
Luo Ning was somewhat puzzled. He had already come this close without being noticed—what meaning was there in building a watchtower?
"Use my fireball spell as the signal. Once the watchtower is bombarded, everyone moves immediately."
After leaving the bamboo grove, they entered the open ground. Luo Ning gathered Mental Power and mana in his palm, drawing the Spell Pattern for a fireball spell.
Buzz—
The instant the Spell Pattern was completed, Fire Elements surged through heaven and earth, gradually gathering into a fireball half a meter wide above his palm.
"What is that?"
At the same time, the sentry atop the Green Bamboo Tribe's