In fact, there was no need for Philip's cavalry to lend a hand; White ran over by himself.
This is the headquarters of the slavers; every cavalryman knows this.
Here, adults may be a threat, but children are merely goods.
So when White was anxiously searching for Lann in the camp, the soldiers who were busy beheading didn't do anything to him.
This group of people were veteran soldiers, cunning, sly, fierce, ruthless, but at least they were an official force with official status.
Human trafficking, killing children—such heinous acts, they would not engage in.
So even as White stumbled over the corpses on the ground and almost vomited, he still managed to reach the port in the darkness.
Philip's torches marked the position of the two, and the little boy quickly ran over.
"Hey! Lann!"
He shouted excitedly, having previously hoped for Lann to flee quickly.
He couldn't imagine anyone defeating all the enemies in the camp single-handedly.
