They’re wise, but their perspective is limited

Black Forest, Southern Dense Woods.

"Elder, the traps are set. Should we start driving the beast tide?" 

The speaker was a Geckos leader from the cannon fodder troops, assigned to Rockwell for this beast tide operation. 

Rockwell, now noticeably taller and more imposing than before, leaned against a massive tree, his gaze fixed on the southern forest. 

"A gnoll scout just reported that the hexapods are veering off course, away from the traps we've set." 

"We can't let them escape!" 

Rockwell's eyes narrowed with determination. He was filled with ambition for this beast tide. 

He was on the verge of reaching the peak of hero-level, soon to enter the ranks eligible for Alpha-level resources. 

Rockwell understood that to secure Alpha-level resources, strength alone wasn't enough—he needed to amass significant battle achievements. 

Currently, he had two competitors: Earthshaker and Desdemona.