A cold, stern voice rang in the Wolfhowl Tribe's chieftain's ears. At some point, a man had appeared above the valley and spoken those chilling words.
"His Highness is absolutely right. He's the one who'll die!" Vorgan roared with laughter, brimming with smug satisfaction. With Orys's help, he quickly reached Rex's side.
"Vorgan, you're courting death!" the Wolfhowl Tribe's chieftain raged. At the sight of the human who had suddenly appeared ahead and the sound of Vorgan's words, his entire face twisted viciously. He used his fury to conceal the panic in his heart.
"Kill them," Rex told Baron Ailiboxu beside him. Looking down at the Wolfhowl Tribe's chieftain, he felt no desire to fight at all. A single glance told him everything about the chieftain. At his peak, he had been a warrior at the ninth rank peak, but age had weakened his body and his strength had begun to decline. This was no recent development, either-it had been going on for two years. Worse, he had grown accustomed to a pampered life. At best, he retained the strength of the early ninth rank.
Even when Rex had been at the eighth tier, he could have killed him, let alone now, after his strength had soared. Rex had no desire to fight him whatsoever.
Killing a mere few hundred gnolls in an ambush prepared well in advance was no challenge at all. Rex gave the order to attack, and the Gilnean soldiers waiting above the valley began pushing rocks down, sending them crashing below one after another.
Rex had no idea how Vorgan had lured the Wolfhowl Tribe's chieftain into this death trap. From any angle, the terrain was ideal for an ambush. Any army that entered was doomed. All they had to do was block the exits with