This place is only about thirty kilometers away from the Molten Iron Tribe's base.
Because the Count intended to crush those monsters with an undisputed, openly formidable force, they did not overly conceal their movements on this trip, and the likelihood of having been exposed is extremely high.
As long as the Molten Iron Tribe's commander possesses the most basic strategic vision, they would inevitably choose to set up a heavy ambush on this hill to wait and catch them off guard.
Anyway, if he were the one commanding, he would one hundred percent do so.
By contrast, those arrogant noble commanders might take it for granted that the monsters are savage and stupid, ignorant of tactics, and need not be overly concerned.
But Rod Albert never thought this way.
——Never underestimate any of your enemies.
This is an ironclad rule earned by the Evil Wolf General with the blood of countless comrades and foes alike.
