A day later.
The boundless blizzard in the sky continued unabated.
The ruined Northern Border City lay sprawled across the mandatory route of the Barbarian Tribes' southbound advance, but the barbarians, who had just completely seized this massive city, had already begun withdrawing from it.
They did not understand the king's command, but out of trust in him, they still followed it.
The Wolf Cavalry roaming outside received the war supplies provided by the Sects and, with the vast barbarian army, brushed past the endless string of Sects' campsites, heading north under the cover of the fierce snowstorm.
The tacit understanding between the two massive hostile forces was as bizarre as if they were actors in a silent drama.
Both sides were equally vigilant yet exercised restraint.
And while this uncanny scene unfolded,
In a snow forest two hundred miles to the north, a few hundred wounded soldiers were taking a brief respite.
