On July 13, Neil led a force of two thousand southward, returning to Night-Kirin City. Most of the Barbarians in the group came from around the lakeshores of the northern border, while some were from tribes on the eastern border.
Neil looked back at the vast mass of Draft Horses, Pack Beasts, Long-Haired Sheep, and even a dozen or so Dragon Beasts covered head to toe in bony armor. This huge herd of livestock moved at wildly different speeds, turning what should have been a journey of a few days into nearly half a month. If things kept going like this, he feared it would be several more days before he could see Makoto and Xiaohua.
"My Lord Neil? Is the lord of Night-Kirin City truly willing to take us in?" Beside Neil, atop a huge Dragon Beast, an old man asked him, "Our ankylosauruses eat an awful lot."
"Don't worry. The territory has plenty of experience looking after your live... Magic Beasts." Neil nodded. "Mage Gleia of our territory is a Master in this field."
Before they had even reached North 2 Post Station, the southbound group once again ran into a band of migrants heading north. Neil even knew the leader of this group: Big Tooth, the chief of a small tribe from before. Back then, when Big Tooth had brought several Barbarian tribes south, Neil had been the one to receive them.
"Big Tooth?" Neil called out to him from afar. "Why aren't you fishing in the Gallop River anymore?"
"My Lord Neil?" The moment Big Tooth saw Neil, he waved hard and shouted loudly, revealing his signature yellow buckteeth. "I'm taking new tribes north. His Majesty said we can establish settlements directly in the north and fish nearby. Everyone here is from tribes north of the