Putting in a Bad Word!

Next, Nalant and the others continued resting in the dense forest. Although the Northern Principality's force sent west to block the roads had already passed by, the guards conducting the subsequent carpet search should not have moved so quickly.

In the blink of an eye, half a day passed, and the sky gradually dimmed. After filling their stomachs with dry rations and water, Nalant planned to rest for another half hour before setting out.

However, just after they had finished eating, the neighing of men and horses suddenly rang out from over a mile away.

"So soon?" Nalant was startled, taken aback by the Northern Principality's efficiency in searching.

What he did not know was that, after searching all afternoon without finding any trace of him, Ared had gathered the lesser vassals in the city and conscripted several thousand more guards.

These lesser vassals had remained in the city, knowing their own safety was assured, so they readily handed their men over to Ared.

This force of nearly thirteen thousand men had begun searching over thirty miles ahead. Reaching this place only after nightfall was already the result of a thorough search.

"Quick, let's go!" Seeing this, Nalant no longer thought of resting for another half hour. They needed to leave the area at once.

"Yes, my lord!"

Nalant immediately led Storm Squad into flight once more.

This time, all of them were already clad in armor, with the surcoats of Royal Knights worn over it.

Even the warhorses beneath them were no exception, likewise outfitted with iron armor and surcoats.

At once, twenty-six valiant Royal Knights emerged from the dense forest.

Nalant and the others did not dare light any fires. Instead, they felt their way through the darkness, galloping southward at a steady pace beneath the moonlight.

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