Feeling the murderous aura suddenly released by Margri, the lion man who had lost his left ear swallowed a gulp of saliva, barely keeping his emotions under control, "It was the Milanese. Definitely the Milanese. They have warriors and mages. They seem to want to make their way from the mountain range into the Northernmost Wilderness, moving too fast for even our leopard people to catch up. As for the situation at the outposts, I do not know, but when we discovered them, they had already passed three outposts and reached this outermost mountaintop. Had you not arrived in time, these Milanese might have already entered our Northernmost Wilderness."
Upon hearing the lion man's words, Margri couldn't help but be stirred, venturing deep into enemy territory with a small force was a great taboo in the art of war! Could it be that these Milanese were truly mad?
"How many are there? How many mages?" Foxman Kent asked in pursuit of more details.