On the hillside.
Over fifty members of the Three-Eyed Race instantly became spirited after Yakro gave the order. They split into two groups according to the original plan, with one group ambushing on the hillside and the other circling around to attack from behind the convoy.
"Yakro, everything has been arranged." The brawny three-eyed man wielding a large axe and wearing A6-grade armor licked his lips and said, "We can activate the jamming device at any time, just waiting for them to come."
"Be careful everyone, I've seen those members of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall in battle before at Red Moon Mountain. They're like madmen, willing to kill even their own to take down the enemy, having no regard for death at all," said the three-eyed beauty named Yakro softly as she watched the approaching convoy through binoculars, "Don't let this backfire on you and ruin our reputation as Wanderers."
