Chapter 1117 - 503: The Heart of a King!_2
Ninian said, "Remember, conquer all the lands south of the Lang River and east of the Misfortune Mountain Range!"
Constantine stood before a rough map.
Lang River is the largest river in the Southern Barbaric Lands, stretching tens of thousands of miles, nearly traversing most of the Barbaric Wilderness Continent.
The Misfortune Mountain Range has an average altitude of six to seven thousand meters, covered in snow year-round, stretching several thousand miles.
Thus, one great river and one mountain range formed two natural barriers, enclosing and protecting this vast land of two thousand miles in radius.
Within this land of over one million square kilometers reside more than forty tribes of various sizes, totaling nearly two million people.
Among them, the Chimera Tribe is just one.
Constantine shook his head and said, "That ambition is somewhat far-fetched. In the Barbaric Wilderness, strength reigns supreme. I’m already in my forties and can sense the limits of my martial prowess. So my current goal is to conquer a quarter of this region."
He drew out a corner on the map, precisely one-fourth of this 1.5 million square kilometer area, amounting to roughly 400,000 square kilometers.
"In this portion of land, there are twelve tribes, fifty thousand people, and twenty thousand soldiers," Constantine said. "The Wild Horse Tribe is merely the first step in our conquest of this territory. As the Human Kingdom would say, we face a long and arduous journey."
Ninian said, "Father, are you planning to use Lanling?"