One month passed since Erik, June, Mira, Amber, and Emily left New Alexandria.
The group was still halfway through their journey, but luckily, things hadn't been problematic.
Thaids were relatively few on the path Erik had taken, but that was because half of the journey had been spent traveling through Frant's controlled territories.
That was thanks to the Chimaeric Demons. Since the others couldn't hunt these thaids as easily as them, given they were from the Eldraith Mountain Range, the Chimaeric Demons got ordered to eradicate them all, at least those on their side of the front lines.
This made Erik's and the others' journey very smooth. Things would not go on like this forever, though, because soon Erik and the others would end up in enemy territory.
There, the situation might be different, or the sa, at least on the thaids' front, but the group also had to consider the enemy troops. They had to be added to the equation.
Erik and the others were almost at the front lines at that point, and they all decided to make a stop at one of the Chimaeric Demons' outposts before crossing them.
There were two reasons. The first was because Erik needed to resupply; the second was to get info about the front lines themselves.
Based on what he got told by Fischer and Van Dyke through the phone, the battlefield was changing. Hin's and Etrium's troop started getting aided by the blackguards on a greater scale than before.
In fact, for the past week, Becker had been able to conquer several cities in the south, since the blackguards presence there lowered.
The pricks moved. They decided it would have been best to make a united front against Becker's troops instead of splitting the battlefield in two.
For sure, it would have split Frant's forces in two, but it was likely they didn't have the troops to keep a double front on. That was further testified by the increase in thaids attacks in the past weeks.
Fischer told Erik, in fact, that the Chimaeric Demons reported a massive increase in monsters' presence.
That made him think the blackguards were moving troops to Mur.
Given the situation, Erik was forced to make a stop. The outpost was nestled in a small valley, its location chosen to make it impossible for the enemy forces to find it, since the valley was a vast jungle.
The group rode there and approached the outpost's entrance.
One of the sentries, a Chimaeric Demon, stepped forward with a crisp salute.
"Welco, Master," he said, his voice filled with dutiful respect. "It's an honor to have you and the others here."
Erik returned the salute, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you. It's good to be here."
"We got told you were coming. Might you tell us how we can serve you?"
"We need to restock our supplies and gather so information. Can you bring us inside?"
The sentry nodded, standing tall. "Of course, Master. Right this way."
The group followed the sentry into the outpost.
The place was well organized, but Erik didn't expect less from the Chimaeric Demons. The outpost didn't have buildings, since the Chimaeric Demons preferred using tents, since it would be easier and faster to move in case problems arose.
In the main area, rows of labeled and neatly stacked supply crates housed food and ammunition.
There were also wooden walls covered with shelves displaying tools, dical supplies, and other necessities.
In a corner, there was a kitchen tent with several tables where als were prepared and served.
Racks of rifles, pistols, and bladed weapons lined the walls, while a workbench with repair tools stood in the center.
There was also an infirmary with beds, dicine cabinets, and dical instrunts, but it was small since all the Chimaeric Demons had healing powers.
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