Two kilometers southwest of Song Family Castle, a few men were looking this way through telescopes.
Behind them, more than twenty people either standing or squatting, all holding longbows, quivers slung over their backs, with long knives hanging at their waists.
In the background, a large herd of wildebeests was quietly grazing.
"We've found a group of fat sheep. My goodness, they've actually bought so many things. God, what is that, a crate of wine?" The speaker couldn't help but lick his lips.
"Wine! It really is wine! My god!"
"Boss, how about we rob them, kill the lot, and take all the goods back?"
"Don't want to live anymore, do you!"
The bald man with a scarred face next to him snapped, "Look carefully, who exactly are they?"
"Third Brother Zhao? Wait, they're from Zhao Family Castle!"
"Zhao Family Castle!"
The men behind them swallowed their saliva.
