Time flew by, and before we knew it, two months had passed.
People were still wearing cotton clothes, but the weather was no longer as bitterly cold as in winter.
The snow that had accumulated before gradually began to melt, and the withered branches were slowly revealing hints of green.
Spring had finally arrived.
In these two months,
Silver Wing City, indeed, had stopped paying attention to the Undead to the north of Pruell City.
Even Xu Haide had not bothered Li Rong again.
Everything was developing in a stable manner.
On Fang Hao's side,
several human cities had not undergone any changes, and the various positions established by the city lord's mansion provided more people with opportunities to live.
In the Orc region, at the border of Tasgo Orc City, wars between Tribes were incessant.
The Tribes plundered food and supplies from each other.
Small tribes became the targets and prey of the powerful ones, and their fates were all quite miserable.
