They are here to confront the Southern Army...
But why would the Southern Army appear here... Martha above!
Amid the stormy sky.
Northda stood upright on his mount like a javelin, letting the wind and rain hit his face, letting lightning illuminate his eyes, yet his heart was as calm as a still well.
He instinctively touched his cheek, a scar left from the Trade Wind Ring, but then he was at peace with it, a scar is a warrior's badge.
At least, he was back with the Southern Army.
He glanced back, seeing an equal number of Tree Elf Archers mounted alongside him on Flying Dragons. The other party nodded back, having been comrades in battle, now cooperating once again.
But the target was no longer the Wolf Calamity.
Yes, the Kingdom abandoned them.
But the Southern Army could not abandon their homeland—
Northda raised his spear, pointing straight ahead: "Dragon Cavalry, heed my command—battle formation—target, Black Blade Legion!"
"For Erune, charge forth!"
