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The morning breeze carried the fresh scent of soil and the fragrance of wildflowers, sweeping over the winding mountain path in the wilderness.
On the dusty dirt road, the caravan from the Red Griffin Family stretched like a long dragon, slowly advancing.
The eight wagons were loaded with herbs, seeds, spices, materials for crafting bows and arrows, and various southern specialties, causing the wheels to creak under the weight.
Beside the wagons, fully armed soldiers marched, with the Red Griffin family crest emblazoned on the armor chests.
At the rear of the convoy followed hundreds of listless slaves, feebly wielding whips to drive the pack horses.
"Stop and rest!"
Sao raised his hand to signal and commanded loudly.
"Yes, Lord Sao."
The messenger nodded in response and quickly ran to the back of the convoy to relay the order.
"Everyone, rest in place and stay alert!"
