A blaze flared on the ground, marking the final fate of a bread airship that had ultimately failed to escape its crash.
Still, the crash couldn't be called a complete failure. After flying insects repeatedly slammed into its propeller engines head-on at top speed, the thing carrying a shipload of bread people had been forced to rely on White Taolang's excellent piloting skills. He opened the ailerons and glided, managing to wobble all the way to the border of Broken Tooth Heights.
The group who'd parachuted down ahead of time were now covered in dust and dirt. They staggered in from all over the barren wasteland and gathered together. After the squad leader, Lion Beast, counted them, they found that everyone except the pilot, White Taolang, had survived—including the goatman spellblade warriors who'd been badly wounded in the attack.
Master Bohr, however, was in pretty bad shape.
During the airship's crash, he'd used astrological secret arts to buy everyone some time, but doing so seemed to have aggravated his existing injuries.
"Master! Wake up! Don't die on us!"
His youngest disciple threw himself beside Master Bohr and wailed, but his senior fellow disciples quickly hauled him back up. Their master was blessed with great fortune; he wouldn't willingly kick the bucket before achieving his ambitions. So the most important thing now was to find him a reliable, well-trained doctor as soon as possible.
"Follow us! We're heading for the outpost at Broken Tooth Heights! It's not far from here."
The players reacted quickly. After the turn, they each summoned their mounts and picked a direction to go. They left the unconscious Master Bohr and several other seriously wounded people with the Great Furry Immortal, who rode an aerial vehicle to take them to the Broken Tooth Clan's main camp for