Night was falling, and smoke began to waft up from the camp in the wilderness.
It was already winter, but the towering Althus mountain range blocked the cold current from the north, so the southern part of the East Territory did not experience extreme cold in winter.
Especially for the warriors of the Blood Knight Army, who come from the North Territory and gallop on the Sky Ice Plain all year round, this little cold is nothing at all.
The bonfire they lit was not for warmth, but to cook food and drive away mosquitoes and beasts.
"Master, judging by the time, the main force of the Blood Knight Army should have now reached White Dew City, shouldn't they?"
Prince Harrison stirred dry firewood by the bonfire, and asked Colin, who was next to him.
Colin had just finished gnawing a deer leg and casually threw the bone into the fire. He nodded his head and said:
"Yes."
"Then do you think they can successfully break through White Dew City, Master?"
"They should be able to."
