Throughout their journey, they had skirted the borders of the Eastern Territory, inevitably passing near the fiefs of several lords. Yet not a single one had come forward to establish relations. They all feared the army as they would a tiger.
Although they were only the Vanguard Army, the combined forces of the two counts and High Cliff Castle numbered over thirty thousand. One wrong move and an attempt to build rapport could turn into letting the wolf into the henhouse. After all, the saying "an army passing through is like a fine-toothed comb" was no mere platitude.
But these Skinners had done the exact opposite, actively riding out to meet them. Having grown used to the quiet journey, the men were suddenly on high alert, startled by this unexpected development.
"Boss, are we going to fight?" Zat asked excitedly.
The past half-month on the road had bored him to death.
