Hill quietly gazed at the endless mountains, unable to suppress a sigh.
In this regard, he indeed wasn't as sensitive as William. How did His Majesty manage to deduce that the enemy's identity wasn't simple from this mess of intelligence?
Hill only felt they were like a group of desperate stray dogs fighting for some special materials. He couldn't figure out what was so special about it... Or perhaps there was something extraordinary about the minerals here that he was unaware of?
But the deities seemed to know... yet William didn't understand a damn about materials!
Hill watched as the Undead Mages flew back and forth on one side of the mountains, cursing loudly in the sky. He couldn't help but twitch his mouth. The scene looked rather spectacular, like a flock of crows clamoring towards the sunrise, but in reality, these guys seemed more like they were covering the Undead Tribe below.
