a storm at the border

"There are too many civilians."

Zhao Xu couldn't help but exclaim as he looked at the huge crowd in front of him.

Outside Luca city, the road to the northern Alliance's closest city, Zhenyu city, was packed with people with their families. Most of them were carrying heavy luggage and struggling to move forward.

the few who could afford it sat in simple and modified carriages.

However, looking at the deep tracks, the carriage was completely filled with people and goods. Also, due to the speed of the flow of the crowd, the mules and horses were also panting when they walked. They were not much faster than ordinary people walking on foot.

When Zhao Xu came out of the teleportation gate that was originally in Luca city and was in the wizard Association's branch, he could already feel that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the Wizards who were originally high and mighty.