World's Favor

In the wilderness.

A rather large group was making its way across the land.

More than half were Green Sheep Race women, children, and elderly or infirm people. The rest were young and strong Green Sheep People, their eyes filled with fear and uncertainty about the future.

They were the people of the Blue Stone Tribe.

Fully armed magic musket marksmen flanked the group, watching them vigilantly and closely monitoring every move the prisoners made.

Black Stone was among them.

The Fourth Company of the Second Magic Musket Legion, consisting of more than six hundred men in one hundred and ten squads, had been ordered to escort nearly six thousand prisoners back to Dawn City.

The ratio between the two sides was nearly one to ten.

In the past.

Such a thing would have been unimaginable.

With so many prisoners and so few guards, many of the prisoners would surely have taken the opportunity to flee.

But now.

The guards were not worried in the slightest.

Magic muskets had an astonishing range of one kilometer, and Magic Bullets were immensely powerful. Against unarmed prisoners, a hit meant death or crippling injury.

Run? Go ahead and try if you wanted to die!

"Chirp!"

A birdcall drifted over on the wind.

Black Stone looked up and muttered to himself, With so many Spirit Birds watching from the sky, even if the prisoners manage to escape, they won't get far.

Honestly.

Some of the prisoners looked rather pitiful.

Since morning, these Green Sheep People had not rested at all. The magic musket marksmen had forced them to march dozens of kilometers.

Many of the younger children were already panting from exhaustion, relying entirely on their parents to drag them along so they could keep up with the group.

But Black Stone did not