North of the Tianyuan Territory, about a hundred kilometers away from the border.
Here, the mountains are steep and endless.
Between two not-so-tall peaks, within a weed-infested land, an old gray stone platform is half buried. With intricate carvings on the stone platform, faint traces of civilization could be discerned.
Step ~ Step ~ Step ~
A black-armored troop pushes through thorns and bushes, walking on steep mountains as if they're flatland.
A fair amount of weeds have grown since they were last here, a few goblins hiding within the bushes have somehow made their way here.
They are disturbed by the heavy footsteps and charge out from the bushes with a roar, with sharpened wooden spears pointed at the leading Skeleton General.
Snap.
The wooden spear breaks.
The Skeleton General lowers its head, looking down at the goblin that only reaches its knee, casting a large shadow in front and behind it.