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The warriors walked through the wastelands and plains, carrying the hefty and large loads, moving forward with heavy steps. Even under the scorching sun, the warriors didn't complain one bit and kept their lips tightly sealed.
The procession of warriors was of unprecedented scale.
'If we exaggerate it a bit, we have about five thousand warriors.'
Urich glanced back. He couldn’t see the tail end of the procession.
The Blue Mist Tribe had mustered about two thousand warriors, including their several sub-tribes. The Stone Axe Tribe contributed around eight hundred, and the Red Sand Tribe about a thousand. Though not quite five thousand, over four thousand warriors were on the move.
The core tribes of the tribal federation were Blue Mist, Red Sand, and Stone Axe. The remaining tribes were smaller, subordinate to these three.
"An expedition to the west, this is unreal. Whose idea was it?"
"It was Urich. That Ironclad Urich."
"The one who supposedly crossed the mountains?"
"Don’t you think they made that up? It's impossible to cross the mountains, isn't it?"
Rumors spread among the warriors who were unaware of the situation. Their hearts throbbed with excitement. It was an unprecedented large-scale expedition. Conquest and plunder awaited them.
'We've come together like this, united in strength....
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