"Clip-clop, clip-clop." The rapid sound of horse hooves echoed across the hills.
Two days had passed, and the caravan had already covered over a hundred and forty kilometers from the City of Knowledge, and only over four hundred kilometers remained to reach the City of Freedom. However, those familiar with this route knew that the journey had only just begun. All the paths taken so far were only appetizers, without ruggedness, Upper Rank magical beasts, bandits, or crises—it was merely a warm-up. The hard journey would truly start as they crossed the hill ahead.
