Within the castle, silence fell, and neither of the two barons spoke, their expressions particularly grim.
After a moment.
Baron Gladon finally spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Perhaps we still have a chance; that Minotaur Tribe is just a defeated group in a tribal war, their strength isnât strong, and it seems they donât have a Tier Three Minotaur."
The voice wasnât loud.
Yet it was extremely clear throughout the castle.
But as the words fell, they were met with a bitter smile and a shake of the head from Baron Valmy.
"Impossible, even if theyâre just the defeated in a tribal war, we still canât handle them. Even without a Tier Three Minotaur, there are definitely a considerable number of Tier Two Minotaurs."
Baron Valmyâs voice emerged.
Having spent time in the Northern Province, he was even more familiar with the power of the Beastman Tribes than Baron Gladon.
As he said, even a defeated Beastman Tribe is not something they could handle.
They have a Great Knight, who generally could deal with Tier Two Beastmen, but it depends on how many there are.
One or two Tier Two Beastmen, maybe even three or four, could be dealt with.
But an entire Minotaur Tribe couldnât possibly have only three or four Tier Two Beastmen; seven or eight, or even more, are possible, even if itâs a defeated Beastman Tribe.
"But we canât just give up, right?"
Baron Gladon sighed and spoke slowly.
"If we donât give up, maybe thereâs still a chance!"
Baron Valmy seemed to have thought of something and spoke hesitantly.
"A chance?"
Baron Gladon instinctively asked.
"Yes, a chance. Do you remember that descendent of Dressrosa we encountered before?"
Valmy nodded and then spoke to Baron Gladon.
"I do!"
"Why mention him?"
Baron Gladonâs face darkened slightly; it was the first time he had suffered such humiliation, even being forced to sign a contract.
"He is different from us, clearly supported by the Dressrosa Family, and he even possesses a Magic Crystal Cannon. He probably wouldnât want his territory to fall, either. If we ally, along with other Pioneer Lords, there might be a chance to block them."
Baron Valmy spoke softly, and as he continued, his eyes couldnât help but brighten.
This indeed seemed like an opportunity.
"This!"
Hearing Baron Valmyâs words, the once darkened expression of Baron Gladon gradually changed.
He began pacing back and forth.
Baron Valmy did not interrupt.
After a moment.
"A Magic Crystal Cannon and Great Knights do indeed hold potential!"
"Baron Valmy, letâs do it!"
"I donât want to abandon my territory."
"So, letâs negotiate with Baron Pape, gather other Pioneer Lords, and then contact Thor to see if heâs willing. If he agrees, weâll follow his command from now on, and whatever he wants, weâll fulfill it."
Baron Gladon stopped, his expression constantly shifting, but he finally made up his mind and spoke outright.
"Alright!"
"Letâs set out now!"
Baron Valmy nodded, agreeing as well.
After all, compared to the territory, these matters seemed trivial.
The two then moved swiftly into action.
A day later.
Baron Gladon and Baron Valmy arrived at Lawrence Castle.
At this moment, Pape Lawrence was also in a turmoil.
Even though his strength was notably greater than Baron Valmy and Baron Gladon, he couldnât handle a Beastman Tribe either.
Nor could he accept abandoning his territory.
So, facing the arrival of Baron Gladon and Baron Valmy, especially after learning their intent.
Pape Lawrenceâs eyes lit up.
He quickly agreed.
With the alliance of the three nobles of the Maine River Valley, other Pioneer Lords were swiftly gathered.
After revealing the plan of the three nobles.
Most Pioneer Lords, except for a few hesitant ones.
Decided to unite.
For every Pioneer Lord, their territory is the most important, and no one wants to give up years of effort unless absolutely necessary.
After this was arranged, the three barons headed to Eagle Ridge.
At Eagle Ridge.
Thor was naturally unaware.
After organizing the personnel assigned by his father, he began preparing resources.
With Rajos Assadâs reports coming in, and the time drawing near, Thor grew increasingly tense.
Especially when the report from three days ago arrived, it startled Thor.
Compared to Baron Valmy and Baron Gladon, he undoubtedly knew more.
After all, Rajos had been gathering news and intelligence that others couldnât match.
And knowing this made Thor even more fearful.
Because the Minotaur Tribeâs numbers were not only rapidly rising, but the number of Tier Two Minotaurs had reached ten, with even three at Tier Two Peak.
Such strength cannot be confronted.
Even if the entire Maine River Valley joined forces with Pelos, there were only five Great Knights, and even with the Magic Crystal Cannon, stopping ten Tier Two Minotaurs was possible, but dealing with thirteen Tier Two Peak Minotaurs was surely impossible, as he only had Tier Two Demon Cores, and not many.
"Damn, do we really have to run?"
Thor muttered to himself, his face turning grim with fear.
The situation seemed worse than he imagined.
The potential impact could be catastrophic.
As Thor frowned.
Time advanced to dawn.
"Ding, intelligence system updated!"
"Open it?"
The mechanical voice sounded, as usual.
"Open!"
Suppressing his anxiety, Thor instinctively replied.
With his words.
"Buzz!"
[Daily Intelligence Updated]
[1: Five hundred miles north of your territory, a group of Pig Beasts will pass by......]
[2: In the west of your territory, within Baron Wellsâ domain, a peasant slave accidentally discovered......]
[3: Seven days later, due to a tribal war, a defeated Minotaur Tribe will charge into the Maine River Valley, causing a major impact on all Pioneer Lords in the area]
[4: A slight conflict has arisen between the Rosen family and the Derin family of Eagle Ridge]
[5: ......]
[6: Thirty miles north of the Maine River Valley, at the southern great canyon of the Northern Ice Glacier, a Natural Elf is about to be born in five days......]
[7:......]