Inside a tent, Alaric was reviewing the battle map together with Yskaela, Bellator, and several other Unfettereds.
"We could make use of this location. Do you all see this part right here?"
"Oh, isn't that the hill we discovered yesterday?"
"Right. We can place archers here on standby during wartime. If enemies come, the archers can buy us enough time to prepare our defenses."
"How do we even lure our opponents into such an obvious trap?"
The various leaders presented their war strategies, but most were met with harsh criticisms. When they heard of a possible attack from the golden lion tribe and its vassal forces, the leaders gathered for a meeting to discuss their plans.
Just then, a warrior came in and whispered something to Alaric.
"Lord, there are beastkin warriors outside who wish to speak with you."
Alaric furrowed his eyebrows. "Which tribe is it?"
"They have the features of a goat and a humanoid lower body, so I think they are from the goat beaskin tribe."
