Having walked across the wasteland for a day, they finally arrived at their destination - the Bog Village prison.
The sentinel on the high watchtower, seeing this large and strange troop, blew the loud horn of a bull, and dozens of fully-armed warriors rushed out of the barracks in disarray, believing it to be an enemy attack.
Helen responded to the sentinel with her clear and melodious war song.
These Beamon warriors were all clad in worn-out leather armor, with all kinds of weapons in their hands. Only on approaching did Richard see clearly: these warriors were all the well-known pig-faced people of the Pigiel race. Their noses were very similar to his own, only his was flat, while theirs were even larger and more erect.
"The Kampas War God! It's...Miss Helen!" A pig-faced man who resembled an army officer, riding a wild boar and with a dirty ostrich feather of an indiscernible color attached to the shiny rivet on his helmet, cried out with joy.
