The great army departed from Wind Cry Plain, slithering like a giant python into the hills that bordered the Nu River.
The desolate air of Wind Cry Plain was left behind, replaced by the humid, earthy scent of the riverlands.
It was the flood season for the Nu River. The water was wide and the current swift, its murky waves crashing against the shoreline reefs with a dull roar.
The marching column stretched for miles. An army of over ten thousand strong, along with thousands of warhorses, Pegasi, and various Magical Beast mounts, kicked up a towering cloud of dust.
Raylo rode on Baofeng's back, gliding steadily hundreds of meters above the column.
From his high vantage point, his gaze swept over his troops below.
After its expansion and re-equipping, the Black Stone Territory's formation was particularly conspicuous within the Allied Army.
The pure white square formation of over two hundred Pegasus Knights gleamed in the sunlight, looking like a flowing cloud.
