This convoy came from the Yellow Stone Kingdom, one of the stronger nations on the Eastern Great Plains. With a total population nearing a hundred million and a standing army of over three hundred thousand, it was a powerful kingdom. The kingdom had traditionally been bound to the Harlan Empire by marriage alliances, allowing it to receive substantial military aid from Harlan; one of Harlan's elite knight orders had even been stationed within Yellow Stone Kingdom territory year-round.
So when the nomadic army swept in, the king and nobles of the Yellow Stone Kingdom still had ample time to flee. They left their nation's army to hold back the nomadic forces at the front while they gathered up their gold, silver, valuables, families, and households, heading west.
Protected by ten thousand kingdom knights, these Yellow Stone Kingdom nobles had believed they would smoothly reach the borders of the Caesar Empire, then detour through the Vias Commercial Federation into Harlan Empire territory, and finally restore their kingdom with Harlan's strength!
Everything had seemed so logical, so natural—but they had never dreamed that the nomadic army's advance would become a nightmare.
Yale Yellowstone, the current king of the Yellow Stone Kingdom, sat inside a luxurious carriage riddled with arrow holes and let out a deep sigh. It truly was a nightmare. He had never imagined that the Yellow Stone Kingdom's army would be completely wiped out after holding for only one day. The nomadic army had advanced with terrifying speed, splitting into dozens of columns and sweeping across the land like a prairie fire. Their own convoy was too cumbersome, and had instead fallen behind the nomadic army.
Trapped behind enemy lines, Yale Yellowstone had no choice but to hide in a small hilly region. They had remained hidden for several months.