After a brief pack-up, she kicked out the campfire and rushed over with her belongings...
The road ahead was engulfed in rolling black fog. Within it, Tamara relied on the Crystal Ball in her hand to control the carriage, resisting the pressure from all around. If it weren't for her special carriage, it probably wouldn't withstand it.
She knew the greedy Wizard didn't want to destroy the carriage, which was why he hadn't launched a strong attack. However, she couldn't hold on much longer like this; she had to find a way to escape.
But with traps ahead and the Wizard behind, and having almost used up all her resources, how could she escape now?
If she fell into the hands of this Bald Sorcerer, it would be worse than being captured by those people.
Already in poor condition, her haste made her feel her insides churning, and a sweet metallic taste rose in her mouth.
