chapter 115 Darko’s murderous thoughts ===

Three days later at noon, on the road leading to the Dragon Imperial City in the Southern Wasteland, a convoy was marching. The carriages were roaring and the horses were roaring. On top of the cart pulled by four horses side by side, a box or a bag was bundled. Bags of goods. Counting carefully, there were twenty or thirty large carts pulling goods like this. Around the carts, there were hundreds of mercenaries with weapons in hand and expressions of dull expressions guarding them. On both...