The Ghostface Fox had even forgotten that the so-called risk was actually brought by Jiang Lu; for a moment, he felt somewhat guilty.
As for Jiang Lu, he just silently watched Cu Chulainn's receding figure, pondering his divine warrior image just moments before, deep in thought...
The sun, hanging directly overhead, was nearly setting, and the last rays of scarlet twilight painted the azure sky red.
After half a day's march, the army finally returned to Alster.
Alster is located in the northeastern coastal region of Ireland, adjacent to Great Britain, with the two lands facing each other across the sea.
Due to its geographical location, the temperature difference between day and night here is immense; as soon as the sun sets, the air is permeated by the cold sea breeze. Jiang Lu, wearing only a frilly white robe, couldn't help but shiver.
He finally understood why the warriors here wore fur battle armors; those army coats really do look warm.
