At nine in the morning, the army set out.
At one in the afternoon, the Fifteenth Army arrived at Port City, North Forest City.
At the southern gate, Hawthorne Milais, commander of the Eighty-Seventh Church of Life Prayer Group of the Holy Crusaders, wore a solemn expression as he inspected the welcoming party once more.
The leaders of every major and minor faction in North Forest City stood on either side of the welcoming party.
Although they did not know what madness had seized the garrison general of North Forest City, they did not dare disobey his orders.
Looking over the three hundred Holy Crusader warriors he had personally selected, Hawthorne Milais nodded in satisfaction.
His paternal uncle in distant Nax City had told him in a letter that the commander of the Fifteenth Army had an extraordinary background and urged him to treat the man well. Perhaps he could use this opportunity to gain some benefits.
"Master, they're here."
Hawthorne raised his head to look at the distant figures, straightened his helmet, and carefully wiped the pattern on the left side of his breastplate, presenting his best side.
A short while later, the vanguard reached the foot of North Forest City.
"Stop."
At the front of the formation, Hebrew raised his hand and issued the order.
Amid the cries of the messengers, the order was relayed to the rear.
Hawthorne stepped forward three paces, placed his right hand over his chest, bowed, and said loudly, "Hawthorne Milais, garrison general of North Forest City, greets you, my lord."
After more than two months of study, the leaders of the various factions standing beside the Holy Crusaders could barely understand the Common Tongue. They all pricked up their ears, hoping to hear useful information that would allow them to curry favor