Phil's Legion traveled through the night, moving with the speed of a whirlwind as it swept toward Northwest City.
At the head of the cavalry, Fang Zhen rode his Red Hare Warhorse alongside Osetis, leading the vanguard of the Divine Rune Warriors as they galloped toward Northwest City.
After marching for half an hour, they arrived at Northwest City.
Dark clouds roiled across the sky, laced with the faint rumble of thunder. A grim, murderous aura hung over the land, giving the impression that the heavens themselves were about to bear down and crush the city.
Phil's Legion halted its charge before Northwest City.
Fang Zhen gazed at Northwest City. It was a formidable sight, with walls towering over fifteen meters high and an imposing, majestic aura. The quality of its architecture was also high.
A conservative estimate would put the city's population at five to six hundred thousand—an incredibly high number for the era. But now, the inside of the city was a living hell.
