Capítulo 123: The Boarman Gawa!

At the outskirts of the Silvermane Tribe, just beyond the sprawling military encampment, Chief Logan strode out from the bustling conference hall and made his way directly to the camp's gates. In recent months, the camp had undergone massive expansions, morphing steadily into a fortification as imposing as a city's walls. Logan surveyed the grand entrance with a hint of pride, his lips curling into a knowing smile.

"It's quite the sight, isn't it?" he mused to himself. "To the untrained eye, it might seem we've got an army fit for an empire."

As he approached, the sharp clack of armored boots on the dirt signaled his arrival, and two guards, one a robust boarman and the other a towering minotaur, snapped to attention, their weapons glinting under the afternoon sun.

"Hail, Chieftain!" they bellowed in unison, their voices carrying across the open field.