When Tilan saw the King Camp of the Wolf Blood Species from the carriage window for the first time, she saw rows of white banners, with cured cow tails hanging from the flagpoles. The gray-white cow tails fluttered in the wind. A single one looked rather lonely, but when such banners formed an unbroken wall line, it gave off an imposing aura.
There weren't many trees on the plains, but here they used wooden walls to enclose a camp that stretched for several kilometers, standing out strikingly on the boundless grasslands.
Around the King Camp were many scattered tents and parked wagons. Along the road were various small stalls selling items. Some people were guarding their stalls, selling cheap trinkets, while the larger caravans would enter the camp for transactions.
As she passed by, Tilan didn't rush inside; instead, she got off the carriage and browsed the roadside stalls. The vendors here were mostly individuals, selling crudely made tools, sometimes with fruits or food.
