บท 159: Great Expansion!

Three days had passed.

A vast horde of seven to eight thousand Beastmen was making its way towards the Silvermane Tribe. The ground trembled under their marching feet, and a cloud of dust rose on the horizon, signaling their approach.

At the gates of the Silvermane Tribe, a small group waited in anticipation. Logan, the tribe's chieftain, stood tall alongside his uncle Lot. Flanking them were two others, the foxman Art and the towering wolfman Boone. These two had arrived ahead of the approaching Beastmen force, representatives of the slave-trading faction they worked for.