Hundreds of kilometers away from the devastated capital of Azil-- "Hah How long are we going to keep going up? This is bad for the knees." Holak stopped halfway up a mountain and started patting his back with fatigue like a mortal "Stop babbling and keep moving. We're almost there." Warlord Julian was not convinced that the person who had stopped that attack so easily would tire of walking such a distance "Aiy Aiy Do you have mercy in your heart?" Holak shook his head and continued walking, "How do you make an old man like me walk like this, and even climb a mountain? At least carry me on your shoulder." Warlord Julian's face twisted but he did not stop or respond this time, yet he could not stop himself from sending a glance towards Holak. That person is surrounded by two warlords, one in front and one in the back, and is walking towards the enemy headquarters with his feet, yet his facial expression is relaxed and he has time to joke. Did his isolation with the beasts for all those years destroy his common sense. Or is he certain that nothing bad will happen to him today? Julian sent his gaze up as well. That wyvern didn't look happy at all following them like that, but it didn't try to escape or do anything suspicious. It seemed that as long as Holak took the soft approach, it would do the same. Holak continued nagging for a few more minutes with no response from anyone until they finally approached the summit and Julian stepped out of the way and motioned for him to continue.
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