Gordon got off his wagon. Something strange was going on. The Chesswood he knew had consisted of beautiful villages.0

“What is this…?” muttered Gordon.0

The family he had brought to Chesswood also looked around at their surroundings for a while. This was not the Chesswood they had decided to come to. Everything had been burned down to the ground, and there were corpses sprawled everywhere. The father covered the children’s eyes and sent them back to the wagon with his wife.0

“My god… What happened here…?” exclaimed the father.0

“Not sure…” Gordon replied.0

“I’m sorry… but do you mind driving us farther?” asked the father nervously.0

He adopted a cautious attitude toward Gordon after having witnessed how Gordon had handled the looters.0

The family had prepared a house for themselves at Dandelion Village through a relative dwelling in one of the Chesswood villages, but Dandelion Village was currently in total ruins. The father was so flabbergasted that he didn’t know how to react. He decided he had to check out another village first and figure out what was going on.0

“What a disaster…” the father commented.0

“Wait,” said Gordon.0

His sharp senses could hear noise from the battlefield far away. Gordon’s eyes grew cold. The sounds of battle...0