The army advanced with a thunderous roar.
Even though their numbers reached three thousand five hundred, heavily armed and solid, the Niflgaard people still far surpassed the refugee group in speed.
It didn't take long at all for everyone in the refugee group to see the billowing gray smoke piercing the sky behind them.
That was the dust kicked up by the army's march.
And in an instant, frantic fear swept through everyone.
"Run quickly! Head up the slope!"
This is a Ring Mountain, and the refugee group had hurried inside upon discovering the pursuers, now entering through the only gap,
The scene here wasn't much different from other mountain forests, with dry trees waiting for the spring at the slightly steep top of the hundred-meter-high mountain.
Places that horses couldn't go, humans could manage with effort. But... it takes time.
