In the camp.
"If what you're suggesting is going by sea, forget it.
The sea near the Safro Peninsula is almost entirely occupied by the Blood Race, making it impossible to break through by sea, even harder than breaking through Gray Rock Fortress."
The Mage said.
Blake smiled and shook his head.
"Our plan is to cross the Gray Mountain Range."
Upon hearing this, the people around couldn't hold back their expressions, looking at Blake as if he were crazy.
As if asking if he was joking.
This idea has been considered before, but anyone who knows the mountains understands that crossing them is almost as unrealistic as a dream.
They only sent small units over for reconnaissance; sending an entire army of tens of thousands over the mountains.
Almost impossible.
Otherwise, the mountains wouldn't be part of the defensive barrier.
"I believe you all know that there is a group of Dwarves living in these mountains."
Most were aware of this.
