For the Alliance Army today, there is also a fatal threat.
What others don't know is that the headquarters of the Alliance Army is located a hundred miles north of this fortress.
The three of them chatted as they walked, and others in the street also whispered among themselves.
Most of these were mercenaries recently recruited from the Southern Continent, full of expectations for the Old Continent known as "land of gold".
"Haha, the newly developed territory indeed offers many opportunities. I got a hundred gold coins as soon as I came. By the way, boss, what's our mission? Is it to explore relics?"
"I heard we're fighting the natives of the Eastern Wasteland. There's a guerrilla group here; the Lord wants to establish a territory, so we have to wipe them out..."
"Eastern Wasteland natives? Are those the ones from that small country supposedly with only up to Sixth Tier strength?"
