"Silver-grade peak, nearly at a gold level, is it?"
In the spacious City Hall, Austin's massive figure sat cross-legged on the platform, his brows furrowed.
Having captured all the prisoners, naturally he had to interrogate them for information about their tribe. The ordinary beastmen only knew that their tribe was called the Blood Claw Tribe, a very large super tribe with countless strong companions within. The outpost to the north was established by the Blood Claw Tribe, dispersing some of its members there.
From the mouth of that dark elf named Adinlek, Austin further learned that the tribe entrenched in the north, a branch of the Blood Claw Tribe, was temporarily managed by a Grizzly-man leader named Grom, whose strength had reached the silver-grade peak, approaching the gold level.
This disparity of one tier in strength meant that even Austin, when facing Grom, would probably have to flee in embarrassment.
