The Great Elder Was Too Amazing

In the wilderness.

A long dragon-like line wound its way forward.

But it was not a real dragon, merely a formation of Green Sheep People.

Every Green Sheep Person wore black Wooden Armor and a black wooden helmet, carried a large pack on their back, and had a water flask hanging from their waist.

Obviously.

This was an army.

After a while.

"Whoo~ whoo~"

Sharp whistles sounded.

They carried a strong rhythm.

It was not hard to guess.

This was some kind of signaling method.

The officers immediately shouted.

"Stop marching!"

"Rest in place for ten minutes!"

The formation stopped at once.

All the Green Sheep People quickly sat down, picked up their water flasks to drink, or wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

No one whispered to one another.

Nor did anyone wander about aimlessly.

This small detail alone showed that the army's discipline was extremely strict.

"Phew... phew..."

Black Stone placed his beloved magic musket across his lap and panted heavily.

His physical fitness was not particularly good. After several hours of rapid marching, he was drenched in sweat, and his legs felt as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

Black Stone habitually glanced at his chest and noticed that his Magic Musket Marksman Badge seemed slightly crooked.

He quickly reached out to straighten it, then took a piece of cloth from his pocket and gently wiped away the speck of dust on its surface.

This badge was a commemorative item specially awarded by the Magic Musket Legion after a magic musket marksman passed a difficult shooting assessment.

It was a symbol of honor.

Among the four Magic Musket Legions of Dawn City, fewer than a thousand Green Sheep People possessed a Marksman Badge.

By proportion.

It was not even one-tenth.

That was why Black