Seven days passed in a flash.
The Teylir Emirates' assembly area was as noisy as vacation hotspots, maybe even worse.
Right now, there were over 100,000 beastmen, half-beastmen, and humans gathered here.
"High Priestess, I heard we got a reply from the Kingdom of Dawn?"
Minotaur Chieftain Raging Horn rode his beloved big red bull, racing to the highest point of the assembly area, his deep voice instantly booming out.
"Yes."
The high priestess looked somewhat angry but also kind of happy, which left Raging Horn a bit confused.
But he didn't dwell on it, because he heard exactly what he wanted to hear—war!
A hundred thousand troops broke camp and marched out.
Raging Horn, leading the vanguard, brought his army to the very front.
They wore brand-new armor, rode the giant bulls that were their tribe's signature, carried banners with their tribal totems, and marched forward without any whispering—they were even singing songs from their own tribe...
