Falcon City, the square in front of the castle.
The gallows from earlier had already been removed. A broad elevator platform slowly descended from the airship, its shadow in the setting sun like a sword cleaving down from the sky, splitting the Royal Road from the castle to the riverbank in two.
King Mongot, standing in the square, gave a slight nod.
"Falcon City awaits your arrival, esteemed Administrator..."
The nobles standing behind King Mongot also bowed their heads one after another.
Seeing the humble postures of those dignitaries, the representatives of the Autonomous Committee standing nearby became awkward and uncertain, not knowing how they ought to respond.
Taut, however, had enough sense to know where the authority in his hands came from. He hurriedly copied the others and dipped his head slightly, showing his respect for The Alliance.
Chu Guang did not care much for such tedious formalities, though he was fairly satisfied with the humility of these defeated enemies.
Unlike Griffin.
That bastard could not accept defeat.
He had clearly run out of options, yet he still insisted on gambling big with his men.
Before leaving the airship, Chu Guang had already ordered the Skeleton Corps to have Brother Mole lead the armored units after them.
But they were not to engage.
They only needed to follow from outside firing range.
No matter where those men retreated, no more supplies would reach them. Ammunition, fuel, food, and even fresh water would all be cut off.
At the same time, the Goblin Corps would continuously scout the Legion's movements. The moment they found them attempting to requisition supplies from survivor settlements or villages along their route, they would immediately work with the ground forces to drive them off.
If they stopped, the Skeleton Corps would surround them.
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