"Rustle..." In a meadow on the Lagrange Plain, a short figure slowly crept forward. He gently pressed down the waist-high grass with his hands, trying his best to minimize the noise he made. He moved quietly through it, sweat occasionally dripping from his forehead, fear lingering in his eyes.
"Caw! Caw! Caw!" He lowered his body and made a raven-like call.
"Caw! Caw! Caw!" A response soon came from the meadow, and he carefully edged toward its source.
Thud! Before he could react, he felt something drag him away. After a dizzying whirl, he finally saw the figure before him clearly.
He was now inside a semi-underground cave. The cave was only high enough for a person to move through while bent over, and the traces around it showed that people had lived here for quite some time. He looked at the person who had dragged him in and found that it was one of his own people—his contact.
"Why are you here? Weren't you watching that Western Kingdom? Where's your eagle?" the person crouching in the cave slowly asked.
"It's gone!" The Eagle Trainer crouched down, clutching his head in anguish, fear and panic in his eyes.
As the rare Eagle Trainers among the Eastern Yi Tribes, they were all noble Professional Soldiers. As Druids, they possessed a natural advantage in communicating with wild beasts. Although they were not particularly powerful Professional Soldiers—most were only first or second rank—they were still highly sought after as some of the few among the Eastern Yi Chariot People capable of wielding aerial power. Roland's army had been waging large-scale campaigns across the Lagrange Plain in recent years, unsettling the dark forces. Thus, the Eastern Yi Chariot People far away in Rhûn had been forced to send their Eagle Trainers to establish observation