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For many years we have been riding from the desert to the forest.

The main thing is not to forget at the end.

That we’re going home, we’re going.

We don’t need riches and gold.

We don’t need peace and comfort.

The main thing to always remember is friends.

Why are we going on the road?

And most importantly, we are going home, we are going»

The road moved from the wooded area to the desert. The transition was very abrupt. The winds were blowing in our faces. Three hours later, the road changed back to a treeless plain with bushes and sparse grass. I felt that there was some magic involved. Large magical changes to the soil do not lead to good. So the magical beasts have bred. Without such poachers, their numbers would have long since become menacing.

Border. I recognized her immediately. Several thousand soldiers are camped near it. There are also several carts at the entrance. Oddly enough, the road was deserted most of the time. What’s the big deal? We need to find out.

«What’s the matter?» Who knows?