The setting sun was like blood, casting a glow over a large human fortress standing between two towering peaks; this was the Ironstone Fortress located at the northernmost part of the Pars Empire.

Although the two massive peaks surrounding Ironstone Fortress each had unique features, shrouded in mist with a majestic appearance, they were both part of a vast mountain range, known as the Hundred Ranges.

The Hundred Ranges were grand and stretched from the northern coastline of the Pars Empire, through the borders of the Grimm Kingdom, Coldflame Kingdom, and Saint Night Kingdom, reaching the northern coastline of the Orchid Federation, spanning the entire southernmost part of the continent, separating the Human World from the Outer Region and leaving only numerous large and small passes connected.

Beyond the mountainous area where Ironstone Fortress was located, there stretched a vast composite zone composed of expansive swamps, wastelands, canyons, caves, and rivers, inhabited by savage forces such as Half-Orcs, Jackalmen, and Boar People.

They were the arch-enemies of the Human Clan for three thousand years, leaving behind only charred remains wherever they went, with debts of blood piling up, halting the Human Clan's steps out of the Outer Region, imprisoning them in a corner, just as Leo Ray had mentioned before, these were the first targets of the Human Clan Grand Army.

As the sun set, a large Boar People tribe at the junction of the wasteland and canyon also ushered in the night, with dark green magic spheres released by Boar Shamans floating everywhere.

Under the pitch-black curtain, the night wind was biting, the eerie and glaring lights illuminated mottled remains hanging on the tribal walls, including those of the Human Clan.

The empty and cracked eye sockets were gazing in the direction of Ironstone Fortress, a homeland so close yet unable to return to.

In the continuous center region of the Boar People tribe, a large leather tent stood out conspicuously, its surface shimmering with a dense forest-green glow, evidently endowed with some powerful defensive spell.

Inside the vast tent, surrounded by a host of strong Boar People, a corpulent Boar person was frantically stuffing food into his mouth, with greasy oil gleaming on the curved and sharp fangs on either side.

"Chief, is today's meal to your satisfaction? This is a rare mutated Thorny Black Lizard, which took me quite some effort to snatch from those Lizardmen's watch."

Another Boar Shaman in magic robes rubbed his hands, his face full of ingratiation.

"The taste is not bad, just a bit stuck between my teeth."

The corpulent Boar leader burped, picking his yellow teeth with a stick while uttering, "By the way, I heard that the snake-tongued ones found a small path, planning to bypass Ironstone Fortress to feast in the Human Domain, naturally, we can't miss this opportunity."

"Heading to the Human Domain at this time?"

The Boar Shaman's rough features creased with surprise, snorting through his pig nose as he spoke in a muffled voice, "But just a while ago, thousands of Jackalmen perished under Ironstone Fortress, the Human Clan might have already recovered from that rampant raid."

"So what?"

The Boar leader was full of disdain, scoffing, "Don't forget, in the past three thousand years, those arrogant fellows have never truly done anything to us, only caring about killing each other, only to be tricked by us again and again with broken olive branches, always ending with the fall of their cities and their deaths."

"But Chief, the Jackalmen are rumored to say the Human Clan seems to no longer be fighting amongst themselves, if they really united, it might not be so easy to deal with."

The Boar Shaman's pig face still bore hesitation, opening his mouth to say, "Perhaps we should observe for a while longer before making a move."

"What's there to observe? For nearly a century, none of the major Human Clan forces has been able to do anything to each other despite continuous campaigns, that's common knowledge, even if they temporarily cease fire, they still guard against each other in secret, it's been like this for three thousand years, and once a force is destroyed, a new one emerges quickly."

The Boar leader's greasy pig face was full of contemptuous sneers, burping again as he said, "This leader doesn't believe that something that hasn't been accomplished in three thousand years could suddenly be accomplished? It must be those stupid Jackalmen finding an excuse after suffering a setback."

"The Chief makes sense, a while back we were busy confronting those resilient green-skin freaks, missing the great opportunity to seize Ironstone Fortress, as the saying goes, seize the opportunity, this time we should definitely teach the Human Clan another lesson."

The Boar Shaman licked his fangs, his face full of murderous intent, "Moreover, with the snake-tongued ones leading the charge, it's simply the perfect time to attack!"

"Let everyone prepare, this time we're going all out, hoping those border villages can fill our bellies."

With that, the Boar leader laughed expectantly, while the other strong Boar People beside him all appeared eager, ready to showcase their prowess.

Just then, several figures emitting overwhelming power suddenly appeared out of thin air, standing before the Boar leader.

A rugged, emotionless voice followed: "I'm afraid you won't have the chance this time."

"Humans? How did you get in here?"

The Boar leader stared in shock, his pig nose twitching, utterly unable to believe his eyes.

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