A scout dropped to one knee, his chest heaving violently, his voice hoarse from a frantic gallop and fraught with irrepressible fury. "Garrison Commander! Three hours ago, a fast rider came back with a report from Master Sadiq! His largest caravan, fully laden with fifty wagons of refined iron ingots, medicinal herbs, and fine Western Regions seeds traded from the Western Regions, was... was ambushed in the Black Wind Gorge, just north of Wild Wolf Valley, close to the Golden Wolf Tribe's territory!"
"What?!" Lin Feng's expression shifted drastically. He strode right up to the scout. "Sadiq's caravan flies the banner of our joint defense across the Three Northern Frontier Cities. Which blind fools along the route dared to touch it? Isn't the Golden Wolf Tribe still pulling back?"
The scout raised his head, his face stained with mud and marred by a thin scratch, his eyes filled with grief and rage. "It wasn't some blind little tribe! It's the Golden Wolf Tribe! They flew the Golden Wolf Tribe's banners! At least five hundred riders! Well-equipped, with fast horses and sharp sabers! Well-trained and coordinated in advance and retreat—they are definitely no ordinary horse bandits!
Chapter 169