Liu Zhenhan suddenly remembered that he hadn't had his breakfast yet. After an entire night of forced march, all he managed to have was some snow and a few pine nuts.
So, he and Guoguo each pulled out some dried meat from their pockets. Each one took half, eaten with snow on the ground, their cheeks bobbing with each chew
A huge group of Goblin warriors were staring across the trench at the well-fed Liu Zhenhan. Even the Fairy Dragon was nowhere to be seen, only an old goblin, playing strange tunes on a flute.
Avril slowly regained consciousness, her face pale. She struggled to stand, and then weakly collapsed into Liu Zhenhan's embrace.
Militia and Slave Warriors rushed up, each jostling to the forefront, showing uncontrolled eagerness to display themselves.
Old Liu wiped his mouth, steadied Avril at his side, let out a hearty burp, indicating for the Militia to retreat.
