Autumnfall.
The fleet near the agate river was ready. The breeze along the bank of the river brought along the scent of mud. Voices of the sailors chanting their slogan resounded from the back. Soran looked towards the Autumnfall in the distance, shook his head and sighed, then slowly said: "Let's set sail."
It was over.
It was all over here.
After nearly a month's delay, he finally sent all the believers he needed back to the City of Modor. As for those who were still adamant about staying in Autumnfall, it was not worth wasting his time. As for their fate in the future, Soran was not interested in paying too much attention either. After all, because of his arrival, the half beastmen army has been hit twice in a row. Under the pressure of Soran, Eugene had to slow down his pace, which indirectly gave Autumnfall some breathing space. As for who was the real winner, in the end, Soran had no interest in knowing.
