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The city wall looked too daunting; at least Chu Yun's Tribe knew they were incapable of constructing such a barricade themselves.
Previously, they had speculated it might be a relocation site for a First-class city.
But they never imagined—
The plank hanging above was not inscribed with any ordinary characters, but with two words they knew all too intimately—
Icefield!
"How could they possibly erect such a thing, I don't believe it!" said another person standing beside Zhen, even rubbing his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he had seen incorrectly.
Yet, everything before them remained unchanged.
It was at this moment that the gatekeeper noticed them.
"From which Tribe do you hail? Why are you here?" The Tribe now had nearly three thousand members, so the gatekeepers did not recognize everyone.
But their warriors wore ironclad armor, instantly distinguishable from other tribes.
It was clear to him that Zhen and his companions were not their people.