If the northern army went south and the armies of the eight countries made a move, who would stop them?
Mobius Carling's face was pale, and cold sweat flowed down his temples. The moment he stood up, his fingers trembled slightly.
The young man beside him quickly said, "There are only a hundred of them. They must have something urgent to do."
When Mobius heard this, he instinctively heaved a sigh of relief. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and happened to see the Northern King's cavalry passing by Lark.
He picked up his binoculars and focused them at a distance of less than 20 kilometers.
It was a sunny day.
His high-powered binoculars allowed him to see the cavalry clearly.
He was dumbstruck!
The northern army's large regiments did not go south.
However, the Northern King's cavalry was going south!
Mobius had been the head of the dark division in Lark for ten years.
A full ten years!
