Little Gray's Contempt!

After they had more or less finished capturing the prisoners, Nalant led his troops out the next day, preparing to head northwest.

"Nalant, have you really decided not to reconsider?" Boris and Rell were still worried about Nalant. The desert was no laughing matter.

"There's no need to reconsider. Just wait for my good news!"

"All right! We'll wait for you here at the river mouth. Nalant, you must be careful. If it doesn't work out, retreat immediately!"

Stella led her troops toward Oak City, while Nalant was preparing to venture deep into the heartland of the Northern Principality.

Boris and Rell, who had originally wanted to retreat, could not bring themselves to abandon their companion and flee alone. They had therefore decided to remain where they were, guard the prisoners, and wait for Nalant's return.

Nalant had no objections to this. This place was far from Oak City, so there would be no great danger for the time being.

"Move out!"

After saying his farewells to the two men, Nalant mounted his warhorse.

The warhorse belonged to Stella. Worried for her safety, he had simply handed White Dragon over for her to ride.

If she truly encountered danger, White Dragon's speed would still be enough to keep Stella safe.

At Nalant's command, the force of over five hundred crossed the stone bridge and headed straight into the desert.

The reason he had brought only five hundred men was that, once they went deep behind enemy lines, having too many people would instead make them more dangerous.

Thus, Nalant had merely brought an additional three hundred sturdy serfs as laborers, making it more convenient no matter what they needed to do later.

The desert was considered a forbidden zone of life for humans, because in that scorching land where yellow