A Special Existence

A caravan traveled across the Raguza Plains, leaving a trail of dust clouds in their wake.

At the very front of the Caravan was none other than the Great Chieftain’s Wagon, which was being escorted by a two-meter Forest Wolf.

Great Chieftain Adrian personally took the reins as he navigated through the plains with a determined look on his face.

Right now, they were on the brink of an all-out war against the Three Great Tribes, and they had no spare time to waste.

Based on their current speed, he estimated that they would arrive at their destination within three days at the minimum and four days at the maximum.

Of course, this would be their time of arrival only if nothing unexpected happened during their journey.

As Great Chieftain Adrian urged the horses pulling their wagon to go faster, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

In the distance, there were several dust clouds rising in the air, which made his face turn grim.