Two days later, the trade caravan set off.
Nearly thirty carriages, over a hundred horses, and a team of about a hundred people majestically exited the city. Harald stood on the city wall, shaking his head with a displeased expression. These caravans originally would have set sail from his port, allowing him to collect a large amount of taxes. However, now with the port closed, everything is ruined. He could only make a profit from these merchants before letting them leave.
"Mr. Boris, what are you doing?" Laine noticed that Boris, the leader of the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps, along with a few injured members, were packing their things and leaving in another direction.
"Us?" Boris smiled awkwardly, "We probably can't offer much help on the road anymore. Mr. Laine, I originally thought I could still contribute. But..."
After speaking, Boris hesitated to continue. It was clear that his injuries from battling the Beastmen had not fully healed.