The night fell, and the Giant Centipede took the first step of a great escape spanning ten thousand miles.
Despite being extremely cautious, the army still made a "swish, swish, swish..." sound as they marched forward.
This commotion quickly caught the attention of nearby forces.
Human Allied Cavalry Camp.
"Your Excellency Governor, the enemy is on the move and is currently retreating to the north!"
Whether it was the Giant Centipede or the Demonic Crocodile Army, in the eyes of Human soldiers, they were all invaders.
Killing any of them counted as military merit, and distinguishing between them was the concern of higher-ups, while the common soldiers couldn't be bothered.
"In this pitch-black night, since the enemy wants to run, let them run!
No matter how fast they run now, we'll catch up by daybreak.
As long as they don't approach our camp, don't bother them!"
Governor Piers said indifferently.
