The cold wind howled under a sky thick with dark clouds.
Perched on the shoulder of a Giant, Levi pulled out a telescope to get a better view. His gaze passed through two crystal lenses inside the wooden tube as he carefully observed the endless enemy camp in the distance.
Ever since Mier had developed the telescope, the Lord hadn't rested on his laurels. Instead, he had guided the Feder Craftsmen with some principles of telescope design from his past life.
After countless experiments and improvements, this new telescope was an impressive achievement.
The image was far clearer than the original model. Even from over a mile away, he could still make out the movements of the Wilderness Natives' lips, like watching a silent film.
This camp was the perfect definition of a ragtag outfit.
Beast hide tents were scattered haphazardly across the grassland, and the ground was littered with all kinds of excrement and trash.
