And what's with these brightly colored tents that still look so dirty? They look more like a market.

If these Aruru people establish a country like this, then what do humans have to worry about? In this situation, it would be very difficult to help them even if we wanted to.

Yun Zhe was feeling down when he saw a group of soldiers emerge from the cluster of brightly colored tents, dressed in various armors and armed with all sorts of weapons. The leader, wearing a helmet, was probably a captain or something similar.

They walked straight toward the group of Aruru people, and the farmers hurriedly ran forward, bowing and scraping in greeting.

The leading soldier waved his hand, stopping the farmer's movements.

"You're three days late, and this is all the people you have? There should be even more Aruru people in the Lunlang territory."

The farmer clutched his pipe. "The Lunlang family is going to war. Most of the Aruru people have been captured and forced into hard labor in the army. Those who knew in advance and ran away were hunted down twice. By the time they reached the Donic family's territory, there were only a dozen or so left. Countless others died of injuries, starvation, and disease along the way. By the time they got here, only a few remained."

The soldier captain was furious upon hearing this. "Damn the Lunlang family! One day, they'll pay for their crimes in blood!" Then, realizing that his earlier outburst had clearly frightened the farmers, the captain calmed himself down and said in a gentle tone, "Take your men and register. Those who arrived on time have already left. Those of you who arrived late will depart tonight."

"Not waiting any longer?" The poet was somewhat surprised, his words carrying a hint of accusation.

The team leader rolled his eyes at the poet, "You were the last to arrive, why are you waiting for anyone!" With that, he led the group back without looking back.

The poet looked embarrassed, while the farmers and miners wore mocking smiles and seemed quite pleased.

"So this is a transit point." Yun Zhe felt much relieved knowing that this wasn't the country the Aruru people referred to.

"With military escorts, it seems the rest of the journey should be safer." With this thought, Yun Zhe decided it was time to go. After all, his most important goal for this trip was the Sun Ring. The difficulty of this task was no less than the ten days of escort work.

As the group of Aruru people approached the cluster of colorful tents, the poet, who was at the back, suddenly turned around, squinted at the lush forest, and searched for a long time but couldn't find a single person. He shook his head in disappointment and quickly caught up with the group.