Crunch, crunch...
The wheels of the dilapidated cart ground along the road, the scrawny donkey at the front dragging it listlessly forward.
Two children in tattered clothes sat atop a pile of straw, their eyes timidly scanning the surroundings.
Old Sean walked beside them, occasionally waving a whip to urge the donkey on.
His face, like the bark of an old locust tree, was covered in wrinkles. His eyes gazed at the still smoke-billowing Royal City ahead, and even with decades of life experience, he found it difficult to make a decision.
Not far ahead,
was Buer City, the Royal City of the Duchy of Kaoof.
More than ten days ago, the Red Dragon Empire launched an invasion against the Duchy of Kaoof. Tens of thousands of monster troops from the border, like a collapsing flood, swept across everything in their path.
The north fell.
A huge number of civilians fled south, becoming large groups of refugees.
There was no other choice,
