708. The Beautiful Outside World

The streets of Bay Fortress were filled everywhere with busy figures.

The soldiers carried crates of supplies out of the warehouses and stacked them by category in the square.

"Move faster! We have to finish loading before dark!" the newly appointed commander stood on the steps, sending the order through the Mycelium Network into every soldier's mind.

Several plump Ox-Horse Pujis sat in the center of the square, their tentacles rolling up crate after crate of supplies and stuffing them into their roomy bellies.

After the previous commander surrendered to Fungal Fortress, he had still tried to play the same old game of currying favor with those above and bullying those below. In the end, the Blue Mushroom Cap Pujis of the Ministry of Truth made an example of him and dragged him away in public, which was how the current commander finally got his chance.

To prove himself, the new commander was brimming with drive. He just had not expected his first task after taking office to be an evacuation.

They were withdrawing from Cold Bay Fortress.

Affected by the rampaging dragons, Marshal Louisa had already issued evacuation orders for multiple cities across the entire north.

The soldiers and Fungal Citizens would be concentrated into a small number of sturdier fortress cities to live, so they could deal with dragon attacks that might appear at any moment.

It was easy to imagine that for the next while, with everyone crammed together, life would probably not be very comfortable. But it was still better than being casually breathed to death by a dragon.

They had heard that one city and one town had already suffered dragon disasters, with devastating losses.

No one wanted to follow in their footsteps.

Thud—

A supply crate a soldier was holding suddenly slipped from his