The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Gazing intently and with admiration at the Fox tribe queen, the Middle-aged man then shifted his gaze to the lean man sitting at the farthest edge, his eyes half-closed as if he was still asleep, "Schnecke, how are things on your end? Did you find any clues? Where exactly did those battering rams get smuggled in from?"

Shami did not expect to uncover the origins of this mysterious force. Daring to make such bold moves, the opponents must have been well-prepared. He only hoped to understand more of the true details of the opposition by relying on his own strength; after all, it always felt unsettling to partner with a force of which so little was known.

As the ruler of the Snake Tribe, the Schnecke family had always been the natural heirs to the Snake Tribe’s throne. A gloomy and indifferent nature may very well be an innate trait of the Snake Tribe, a trait that was even more pronounced among members of the Schnecke family who had delved into the realm of rulers. This also made them somewhat out of sync with the five other tribes among the six tribes of Beastmen. Due to their significantly smaller population compared to the other five tribes, no one from the Snake Tribe had ascended to the throne of the Beastman Alliance for hundreds of years. However, this did not mean the strength of the Snake Tribe was to be underestimated. As the most mysterious of the six Beastman tribes, they had always been an indispensable part of the military might of the Beastman Kingdom.

Born with the ability to move stealthily, a natural instinct for transformation, and an extraordinary sense of perception, they became the backbone of the natural intelligence system within the Beastman Kingdom. Whether it was infiltrating other races’ territories such as Mortals, Dwarves, and Elves to gather intelligence, or counter-espionage against outsiders entering Beastman lands, they had proven themselves worthy of the title "Eyes of the Beastmen" with their excellent results and diligent work ethic.

"I’m sorry, Shami, we’ve done our best. But those people are elusive, and our clues only lead us to their last stop at Tunu Fort, where the Ullr River meets the Dun River, and then the trail goes cold. The battering rams must have been shipped there in various separate parts, then assembled on-site before being transported to our territory. As for where the individual parts came from, Tunu Fort is a hub of transport, especially busy with river traffic. Plus, these guys are very careful—it must have been transported in many separate, small shipments, so it is impossible to trace. However, we have strengthened our surveillance in Tunu Fort. If they have a second batch coming in, I think we might be able to pick up some clues." Dashler Snyke, the man even leaner than Wolf Tribe Leader Carter, always had his eyes half-open and half-closed, which was said to help maintain an optimal state of alertness to the surrounding environment.

Sighing, the Middle-aged man with the whiskered face probably knew that learning the details of the opposition would not be easy. The opponent, daring to deal with them, must have made various preparations beforehand. Although the Snake Tribe’s detection capabilities are high, Mortals have superior counterintelligence methods, diverse and numerous, which Beastmen can barely match. It was unrealistic to expect to understand the opponent’s details in one or two encounters.

"What’s the situation with the Mortals to the south during this time?" the Middle-aged man with large ears asked, his voice booming. As the ruler of the kingdom, he had to consider everything more comprehensively.