The caravan had left the Silver Snake tribe for six days.
After leaving the Silver Snake, they returned to the Golden Lion tribe to pick up the remaining Crimson Warriors, then officially set off towards the Black Bear territory. Calculating it, the journey from the Golden Lion to the Black Bear took seven days, and today was already the sixth day.
The further west they went, the more rugged the terrain became. The dense forests gradually gave way to gently sloping hills covered with weeds, occasionally there were black rock outcrops jutting up like the teeth of a giant beast sleeping underground. In the distance, the overlapping black mountain ranges of the Black Bear territory began to appear clearly behind a thin layer of clouds.
Dean rode a black horse in the lead, occasionally turning to look at the long caravan behind with a thoughtful gaze. He was the only person in the group who clearly understood the terrain and dangers on this route.
