The autumn cold wind had already arrived from the north to the Gordon Kingdom. The sky was a clear blue, and looking westward from Cui Feng City, golden waves of wheat gently undulated under the blowing autumn wind.
The farmers were bowed in the fields, laboring hard. Although this year had yielded a bumper harvest, their faces showed no sign of joy; instead, they often looked up towards the continuous hills of Ely Hills to the east.
No one knew when the enemies from the Archibald Kingdom and the Paluo Federation would come here. The nobles and knights of the territory were all following Prince Gerard to resist the invasion.
When would this war end?
For over half a year, the ordinary people of the adjacent regions have been worried about the war spreading to their homelands.
Even the autumn harvest festival to thank the Earth Mother God had no one in the mood to prepare.
Cui Feng City, Mercenary Guild,
