The magic-guided cannon cart, drawn by pack horses, creaked forward on the rough, uneven dirt and stone road. Fully armed Cecil Clan warriors formed a guard formation around the cart, remaining constantly vigilant of any movements across the barren plains. The young Sir Philip rode at the front of the formation, his gaze fixed on the southern border's northernmost vast mountain ranges.
Rocky ridges Fortress lay amidst those mountains, like an iron gate firmly sealing the range, locking the Cecil Clan upon this land for a century.
Today, he was going to unlock that gate.
Scouts, riding swift horses in groups of three, were continuously dispatched from the formation, scouting in all directions and reporting back their findings: the troop had now arrived at the buffer zone between Rocky ridges Fortress and the southern territories, and vigilance must be heightened.
