Outside Semanud City.
At this moment, the sky was getting dark.
It was a time when the moon hung in the west, and the sun had set in the west.
The chaotic sound of hooves suddenly arose.
The villagers, who were originally tidying up the farm work, hurriedly went to check in astonishment.
"What is this commotion?"
"It's the defeated army! Mahri's troops have lost!"
"Run!"
The villagers, terrified, found that the fields and the main road were full of a defeated army. They had discarded their helmets and armor, riding all sorts of mounts, fleeing desperately like a herd of migrating animals on the prairie.
Only these cavalry or those who had seized horses could run ahead of Losa's cavalry.
The defeated army frightened the nearby villages into closing their doors, fearing these normally lawless, now disorganized troops might turn into marauders.
However, they were overthinking.
