The land is abundant with food, capable of producing solid and sharp armor and weapons, with a strong army, high-tier heroes, and a multitude of knowledgeable residents... Isn't this the territory of their dreams?
Betina sensed the wavering morale in the crowd at this moment and took a deep breath.
Lord Lear, you have certainly given me a difficult problem.
After calming her emotions, her aggressive gaze swept around, making everyone instinctively turn their heads away.
An indisputable voice slowly rang out.
"Every race has its own opportunities. What we must do is seize what we have now, rather than doubt, despair, or retreat."
"If the other side is better, then we learn from them; even if we can't reach their level, we will become better."
"Remember, we are doing something that has never been done before—establishing our own Barbarian main city on the Wilderness!"
"As pioneers, we must face various challenges!"
"As the vanguard, we must tread through these thorns!"
