After a round of discussions, the Southern Barbarian King personally led thirty thousand warriors of his tribe to rush back to his old nest for reinforcements.
The remaining seventy thousand tribal coalition forces were led by the special envoy Hulun Tu to continue pressing the Azure Dragon Tribe.
White Deer Ridge was the inevitable path for the Southern Barbarian King to return to the tribe.
The overall terrain here was like a giraffe's neck. The geographical features were extremely perilous, easy to defend but difficult to attack.
"Up ahead is White Deer Ridge, everyone be cautious. Do not linger, move through quickly!"
Looking at the undulating White Deer Ridge ahead, the Southern Barbarian King felt a vague sense of unease.
But he was concerned about the safety of the tribe and had no choice but to pass through this place.
The deeper he went, the stronger the feeling of foreboding grew within the Southern Barbarian King.
