At the rear of the Kingdom, in the barren wilderness, a convoy of humans had just set up camp.
As dusk deepened, several campfires flickered in the growing darkness, dispelling the chill.
A few soldiers sat around one of the campfires, chatting idly, their eyes eagerly fixed on a big iron pot bubbling away over the fire.
A young soldier, bored, used a stick to scrape the soles of his boots, removing the sticky mycelium mixed with dirt. He couldn't help complaining: "This damn road is really unbearable now! It's covered with these sticky threads, if I don't scrape them a few times a day, my shoes get so heavy I can't lift them!"
"You see this and think it's bad?" The scar-faced veteran beside him smiled mysteriously, suddenly pulling something from his chest and quickly waving it in front of the young man.
It was a plump, thick mushroom with a bright red cap. Before the others could look closely, he quickly tore the mushroom apart and threw it into the boiling pot.
