Some things, though they don't have wings, fly faster than gryphons, and that's news!
On this land of nearly one hundred thousand square kilometers, almost every tribe and exile is paying attention to this great battle.
There are even some daring ones hiding not far from the battlefield, on the nearby mountains, watching the entire fight.
Gantuo is one of them!
This year, he is almost sixty years old, hailing from a Close-Human Tribe in the Northern Barbaric Lands, a tribe that was also wiped out by the Motuo Empire. Escaping from the sea to the Southern Barbaric Lands, he later heard that the Southeast Rakshasa Territory was more inclusive, so he led his tribesmen on a long trek to this place.
He has led his tribe in exile for over three years.
In these three years, he has personally witnessed the deaths of his wife, son, and grandson. The number of people in his group dwindled from hundreds to dozens, then back to hundreds, and now they are down to just over fifty.
