Michael and his army had their fare share of troubles. Following so close to the Vanderbilt army had allowed them to cruise along most of the time, but it seemed that they had truly gone into the deep end this time since there were a lot more concentration of magical monsters around them.
Thankfully, they weren't anything that his army couldn't handle. Even Jaku could take a rest as the soldiers made quick work of those magical monsters.
And in the meantime, they had, of course, gathered more visitors from the sparse adventuring parties that were lucky enough to cross paths with.
In fact, there were a few returning adventurers who had come back to their camp to warn them.
"Sir Michael!"
The adventurers that approached Michael were the very same ones who had been the first few people who entered their mobile camp.
"This is not good news. The Vanderbilts and the Goldstones are getting pushed back because of those magical monsters."
