Across the wilderness.
A long procession of Golems, puppets, barbarians, and Follower Knights marched slowly forward.
Seated on the shoulders of the eight Clay Golems at the front were Wizards—none other than Xu Bo, Lu Rong, and their party.
"I really don't know what Pei Ze is thinking. How dare he try to attack a resource point alone? And the Secret Silver Resource Point, no less, which is heavily guarded by the Turin People. He's really overestimating himself."
"Exactly. It takes the eight of us working together, with an army, to even have a chance at taking the Secret Silver Resource Point. I have no idea where Pei Ze gets his confidence."
"Maybe he thinks its defenses are about as strong as the garrisons at their other fortifications."
"Are all those guys from Chenxi City this blind and arrogant? It really pisses me off that we lost the competition to them!"
The moment the Wizard finished speaking, Lu Rong shot him a pointed look.
