"My lord, we've loaded all the valuables from the territory onto the wagons."
A wolfkin cavalryman stepped forward to report. As seasoned raiders, their efficiency in looting was astonishing.
Phield carefully stored the eagle eggs inside one of the wagons.
"You all leave first with the convoy. Wait for me in the concealed area near Maple Leaf Territory." Phield pulled out the map he had marked beforehand and quickly issued orders.
"Now that the soldiers have left, the rest is Rosalia's task."
Phield took a deep breath and looked coldly at the villagers around him whose faces were twisted with madness.
"They're all trash. There's no room for mercy."
Wind Tour Territory seemed to have become somewhat urbanized.
The mark of the Goddess of Corruption sank into the earth. The villagers who had been calmly waiting for death suddenly felt a chilling terror rise from deep within their bodies.
By noon, the endless mountain rain finally came to an end.
