After an autumn shower, the world was filled with a bleak desolation.
On a wasteland about one hundred kilometers south of Riverside City, a large army was slowly marching.
The flags were flying high, swords were numerous, the ranks were orderly and formations were well-aligned. From all aspects and perspectives, it was clearly a formidable army.
Moreover, whether it was a military officer or an ordinary soldier, or even the knights engulfed in armor, all of them wore a white Huorong flower on their chests without exception.
Clearly, this was the so-called "number one strong army in the Eastern Territory," the Huorong Army.
In the center of the army formation, Count Evan was clad in silver armor, draped in a black cloak, and looked quite heroic.
However, beneath the surface glamour, Count Evan was already utterly exhausted.
