In the early morning, the winter chill turned into white mist, enveloping the surroundings.
Within the hazy mist, several steel vehicles were speeding across the plains.
These vehicles were the caravans driven by members of the Lantern Guild.
The speed of these caravans was not fast, maintaining a constant pace.
And the members of the Lantern Knight Order rode their warhorses, following closely around them.
These warhorses, being silver-level magic beasts, had excellent stamina and load-bearing abilities, allowing them to steadily keep pace with the caravans.
They only needed to rest every few hours.
And at night, they were given ample food.
The speed of all the vehicles was kept in sync with the speed of the warhorses.
"About the village destroyed by the undead yesterday, do you have any thoughts?" Kane asked, sitting on the sofa inside the caravan.
