Black Sail

Three days later.

The Black Sail Army advancing towards Drifting City had already reached the midsection of Mulong. As they went further, the vegetation within the precipitation line became increasingly lush and verdant.

Mulong was even larger than Beima, but the usable land was much less. The desolate areas were home to only scattered tribes, and the Boneyard was devoid of any signs of life.

The Royal Capital and Black Rock City were located in fertile lands, and Drifting City was adjacent to a natural inland canal leading directly to the Narrow Sea. This made it the second largest slave trade center in the world in the past and a strategic military location.

While the Kelor Highlands were the final bastions, if Aran could take it down, it would signal the end of the security campaign. Either the Resistance Army would launch a desperate counterattack, or they would fade away with a whimper.

General Fen ordered everyone to rest for an hour before continuing the march. This lush and boundless green field was a natural pasture, saving some fodder.

Of course, the scouting party on duty was not allowed to rest.

Liszt was worried. The people sent to find Mika had not returned yet. Could it be that he was dismembered by Santilla for being disrespectful to the Princess?

But Mika had always been very respectful to women and never messed around with prostitutes.

Perhaps he had become addicted to being a Knight.

"What’s causing the commotion over there?"