Worries, Trap

Two evenings later, amid swirling clouds of yellow dust, the mighty Eastern Expeditionary Army officially arrived at the northwestern hills outside Blood Oath Rock. Perhaps water was scarce, or perhaps they believed that launching an attack at night would likely invite an enemy ambush.

Therefore, after arriving in this area, Victor did not order the army to continue pursuing and slaughtering the Bull Clan through the night. Instead, he had the army set up camp on the spot to resupply and recuperate. After the Phantom Eagle Clan Harpies conducted their inspection, the camp was ultimately placed on a small stretch of flat ground at the edge of a depression, with slopes on three sides. Should there be an ambush or any unexpected developments, the sentries would be able to warn the entire army at once.

During these two days of pursuing the Bull Clan, aside from being harassed by the Steel Bone Corps that had arrived to conduct guerrilla attacks, forcing them to slow their offensive and leaving them unable to eliminate many of the fleeing Bull Clan forces, the Eastern Expeditionary Army had encountered neither any large-scale attacks nor any traps.

This state of the battle made most people feel that victory was already within their grasp.

"Judging by the direction those Minotaurs fled in, barring any surprises, those useless fools will escape into the Blood Oath Rock peaks tomorrow!"

Beside the campfire outside the tent, Turk wiped his chain sword with an oilcloth, his tone full of amusement.

"Gabri, that old bastard, hasn't shown himself after being hunted for two whole days. So, barring any surprises, he's completely finished. As for the remaining trash from the Bull Clan, they can't possibly be a match for us." "And this ancestral land of Blood Oath Rock will become their finest