Chapter 226: Everywhere the Eye Can See Shall be the Land I Conquer

Barren wilderness.

Mercenary William Harlington lay hidden with his team within towering grass on a small hillside, paying no mind to the damp earth staining his clothes as he pressed his body tightly to the ground.

Every so often, he carefully lifted his head to peek through gaps in the grass at the Beastman army marching in the distance, carrying weapons fashioned from wood or bone.

The ground was covered with low, sparse grass, providing a clear view.

The average height of the Beastmen was around two blades, their eyes mostly dark, clad in clothes made of animal skins.

Their muscles bulged prominently, full of power, and their mouths were lined with four interlocking tusks that exuded brutality.

Savage, backward, primitive, strong—these were words that sprang to mind for William every time he saw a Beastman.