Chapitre 1865: A Treasure Land

Stepping out of the wagons, everyone couldn't help placing their hands above their eyes. 

For some, they had been in underground slave camps for years, and haven't seen the sun since then. For others who were slaving away in upper ground camps, they hadn't seen the sun in 3 months since being taken away by this mysterious group. 

The wagons stood in a location that crests the peculiar sight ahead, allowing them to catch their first glimpse of the Promised Land – a lush, verdant valley that stretched out before them, with its 2 rolling hills and winding foliage with a stark contrast to the dull landscape they had left behind. 

That said, why did the surrounding rim of this promised Land look so desolate and rocky?

Indeed, one can imagine the Promised Land to be in the shape of a bowl. The promised land was down below in the center, protected by the bowl's high walls that enclosed the entire place.