Dozens of miles, hundreds of miles, over a thousand miles...
Wherever they passed, countless people came to bid farewell, Lanling enjoyed the treatment of royal soldiers.
These members of the Monster Race United Army, who had always been seen as a scourge, were now welcomed by millions along the way, feeling indescribable excitement, joy, and restraint. They had never enjoyed such honor, it was as if they were drunk.
The Harpies would feel uncomfortable if they didn't spit every minute, yet now they've held back for more than two hours, swallowing their saliva so as not to ruin their image.
Not only the civilians, but all the soldiers from every military camp along the way were banging their swords against their armor. All the camps shot crystal stone arrows towards the sky, akin to ceremonial cannons.
This is the will of the people, this is the spirit of the military.
