Perhaps it was due to the snowstorm, the road leading to the town had extremely clear horse tracks on the thin layer of snow.
Amidst the snowstorm, there was a language that Kane could not understand, seeming to be used by those insane humans.
Sneaked into an alley.
Approached the source of that sound.
Cautiously looked over.
Only saw four light cavalry soldiers, wearing light armor, riding on warhorses, with several dried heads tied to their saddles.
The armor on these knights was also covered in bloodstains and a faint stench.
Behind the knights, there were two teams of infantry, twelve people in total.
Among them, eight had bows on their backs and crossbows hanging from their waists.
They stood in orderly formations, and a light cavalry soldier on a warhorse was conversing with the town's administrator.
