The morning fog in the wheat fields gradually dissipated, and the morning sun slanted from the right-hand side of the church soldiers.
On the ground, the soldiers haphazardly bore the shadows of food, layer upon layer, and from time to time, there were a few cries of surprise.
At the forefront of the marching column, the terrifying image of the Evil God on the Beastman Cavalry dangled, occasionally firing some arrows to disturb.
As Domenico approached the previous marching route, he was still blocked by the chaotic flow of people, so he had to dismount and lead his horse forward.
"You finally returned. Zelaken, sir, requests all level commanders to gather on the hill over there." His attendant pushed through the road-blocking farmers, panting heavily.
"Let's go, take me there."
Squeezing through the columns formed by Night Guards and Mercenaries, Domenico tied his warhorse to a hitching post.
