"Everyone respects Dalia, worships Kleheris."
"Alexander Cruise, is the name of a hero just like this?"
The morning of June 15th.
On the azure Nao'an River, the waves gather water plants.
A silk-like, silver river, a floating bridge undulating with the current shakes and sways between the banks like a giant brown-yellow serpent.
On the back of this giant serpent, the orderly sound of marching and the sound of military songs crossed the upper reaches of the continent's longest river.
At the Nao'an River estuary at Windmill Land, it can reach nearly a thousand meters in width.
But in the upper reaches, at its source region, it is only less than a hundred meters across.
André stood on the riverbank, the water washing up on shore soaked his shoes.
He watched the marching Iron Fist Battle Group, merely stuffing a piece of candied fruit into his mouth.
According to yesterday's intelligence, after an unexpected incident, the Border Knight Order has already decided to retreat.
