Three days after the conscription orders reached Wolf Town, dawn broke on the third morning.
As the sky began to light up, lines of four-wheeled farm carts streamed out from the estates of Wolf Town, converging in the town center before making their way toward Revodan City.
Over a hundred carts stretched out in a long line on the road, with the front and rear being a kilometer apart, their squeaking axles audible from a great distance.
Fully armed and agile riders occasionally dashed past the sluggish carts, patrolling back and forth along the caravan.
Following the lay of the land, the road meandered and twisted into the distance, with most of the journey crossing through deserted areas.
The wilderness and meadows dominated the scenery along the route, and whenever the caravan passed through a forest, everyone's nerves instantly tensed.