What had been marked out was a long, narrow strip of land.
One end bordered the coastal region of the Endless Sea.
Its inland portion interlocked with the Elves' Mist Forest and the territory of the Holy Human Race.
Most importantly, the area on the map was marked in a glaring blood-red-meaning it was occupied by the Demon Clan.
Zhao Gang immediately signaled the personnel in the rear to switch the satellite view to that area, and preliminary information appeared on the three men's Tactical Tablets:
The area covered more than a thousand square kilometers!
Kael spoke:
"This land is large enough for Great Xia's use."
"As long as Great Xia can reclaim it from the Demon Clan through its own strength, it will become your independent fief."
The implication was clear: we have given you a blank check. Whether you can cash it depends on your own abilities.
Thorin muttered under his breath beside them:
"Damn old charlatan. I could hear the gears of that scheme turning all the way from Ironforge."
Grom also gave a deep, muffled snort.
This land's location was simply too "perfect."
Behind it lay the territories of the Elves and the Holy Human Race, with the strip thrusting right between them. The Demon Clan's main forces lay ahead, while some isolated Demon Clan forces remained behind, for the two races to deal with respectively.
To one side lay the vast sea, completely shutting off any possibility of Great Xia expanding inland in the future.
At the same time, it would serve as a perfect buffer zone, pinning the tiger that was Great Xia firmly to the front line against the Demon Clan and relieving the Elves and the Holy Human Race of pressure from one direction.
Two birds with one stone. A clever scheme.