South of the small town of Tagwa on the outskirts of the Golden Lion Kingdom, on the forest path leading to the Black Swamp, a team of nearly a thousand people was walking slowly forward.
Although it is called a team, in fact there is not such a strong sense of cohesion. If someone looks down from a high altitude, they will find that in this so-called team, people are in groups of three or five, or in clusters of hundreds or tens, and they are not very closely connected with each other.
If you look more closely, you will find that those groups of people intersect and change from time to time, and in fact they do not have much connection with each other.
They were like people who happened to be traveling the same way unconsciously. Apart from the seemingly mighty momentum, there was no communication between people traveling together.
This group of people seemed to be coming from the Golden Lion country. Judging from their attire, they were a mix of civilEthans, military, and soldiers. There were men, women, old, and young. There were even cats, dogs, and even rats among the crowd...
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