Volgograd (13)

The cartographers from the Territorial Administration Division packed away their maps, while the Military Department officers finished counting their personnel. Before parting, both sides saluted Ang.

Ang led some Flame Swordsmen and Enchanted Armament Knights to see them off at the camp gates. As he watched their receding figures, a complicated smile appeared on his face.

"Did we... take it?" Slok stood beside him, watching the convoy gradually vanish into the morning mist, his tone somewhat dazed.

"Mm, we took it." Ang nodded, his voice faintly excited and his eyes shining.

After several seconds of silence, cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Long live!"

"We succeeded!"

"Lord Ange is mighty!"

The Flame Swordsmen and Enchanted Armament Knights broke into applause and cheers, their emotions sweeping through the entire camp like a tide.

"Today is a day off! No training, no patrols!" Ang announced loudly, his voice carrying across the training grounds. Before he had even finished speaking, an even louder wave of cheers rose up.

However, the cheering did not last long.

The Northern Front Line camp was ultimately a crude military outpost. There were no taverns, theaters, or arenas. Other than eating and sleeping, the only entertainment was probably going out to hunt.

"My lord, can we temporarily return to Amnath City?" a young Flame Swordsman asked carefully. "It's just too boring..."

The moment those words left his mouth, the Flame Swordsman Regiment commander's face darkened. He shot the man a fierce glare, and the young Flame Swordsman immediately lowered his head, not daring to say another word.

"Your suggestion isn't bad." To everyone's surprise, Ang nodded. "You may go back, but you'll have to cover the teleportation fees yourselves. Eight magic crystals per person for a round trip."

"That's way too expensive..." a soldier muttered.

"I've already given