Distrust among the tribes prevented them from committing to a full-scale attack. Instead, they opted for a cautious, defensive approach to assess the situation.
Each tribe withheld its elite warriors, cleverly disguising their intentions. The reconnaissance force, though large in number, consisted mostly of expendable soldiers.
Falcon whispered to his advisor, "Did you make sure to pull out our elites? These people are all schemers; we can't trust them. It's enough to keep up appearances. The chance of the vanguard encountering the enemy is slim, anyway."
The advisor replied quietly, "They'll just scout near the fortress and return. That's the best we can hope for."
Falcon nodded grimly. His tribe had always borne the brunt of reconnaissance duties due to their wings. As a result, they had suffered heavy losses to enemy magical beasts. He had no intention of letting his tribe continue to be exploited.