The Steel Torrent rolled away, leaving clouds of dust that lingered in the air, much like the turmoil in the Expeditionary Force soldiers' hearts.
That modern armored force propelled by manpower had completely overturned the worldview of everyone from Great Xia present.
Even after the trail of tire tracks and footprints vanished over the horizon, the camp's surroundings remained deathly silent.
After seeing the Half-Orcs off, Lin Mo looked around.
The camp, which had felt somewhat crowded with nearly a thousand Half-Orcs, now seemed rather empty.
Some soldiers leaned against the fortifications, their eyes blank, clearly still reeling from what they had just witnessed.
As part of his employment contract, Grom still stood loyally behind Lin Mo, guarding him.
His towering figure resembled a silent mountain, but his eyes, fixed on the distance, held mingled worry and hope for his people.
Lin Mo glanced up at the sky.
High above, a black speck almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye was circling.
It was Wukong, the seventh-order Winged Man who had recovered some of his strength. He was dutifully fulfilling his contract, safeguarding the Expeditionary Force.
On a small hill in the distance, Kael of the Holy Human Race stood beside Elder Muyu of the Elves. They, too, watched the direction in which the Half-Orcs had departed, quietly discussing something.
Presumably, that fierce display had shaken them quite a bit as well.
"Commander Lin, let's go." Zhao Gang's voice pulled Lin Mo's thoughts back to reality.
"Let's have a quick meeting and discuss what comes next."
Inside the command tent.
A large map lay spread across the table, with Lin Mo, Zhao Gang, and Long Zhan seated around it.
"First, we need to consolidate our forces." Zhao Gang pointed to two spots on the map, speaking rapidly.
"We