At the periphery of the Dragon Fall Territory.
The sunshine covers the earth, and over two hundred thousand war masters are gathered in a united camp in the wilderness, which stretches for tens of miles.
Ancient trees as thick as several people hugging together are dragged out from the depths of the desolate mountain forest by the war soldiers and turned into various defensive wooden stakes outside the war camp. Within just two days, the desolate mountain forest within a radius of hundreds of miles is like a battlefield after the pass of a ferocious beast, messed up and the ancient trees are chopped down.
Outside the war camp, more than a hundred ancient trees around twenty feet tall stand proudly, the trees stained with blood and traces of them being hacked with axes and knives. There are varying numbers of human war soldiers hung on each tree, these soldiers weak in spirit, bearing traces of beatings on their bodies, some even bereft of life.