The forest here had already been destroyed by the flames, and there was almost no grass growing on the ground. However, garen was too lazy to think of another name for this place, so he simply continued to call it the black Jungle.
In order to conserve energy, a few magic ships had already descended from the sky and were docked on the scorched earth.
The families that were carrying the magic ship left the magic ship.
Some of garen's followers were building temporary and simple houses around the area, mainly carried out by followers who were good at this area, such as kobolds, while the other group with strong combat ability formed a patrol team to guard against any possible attacks.
The sky was getting dark.
One by one, bonfires were built by the followers.
Sparks of fire dotted the land, illuminating the night with the not-so-bright Starlight and moonlight.
The spellcasters were still busy.
