The nomads bade farewell to the Northwestern men from the 6th Combat Brigade. They hugged each other and invited their new friends to visit their homes in the future. All of them were extremely enthusiastic with one another.
Milo and Donti both knew that such a day would definitely come. At the very least, as long as the two of them were still alive, the Northwest and the grasslands would not wage war with each other.
Donti did not intend to participate in the subsequent battles. Now that the overall situation was decided, the expeditionary army’s defeat was no longer in doubt. As the new king of the steppe, there was no need for him to risk the lives of his subjects any further. What they should do now was to return to the grasslands to recuperate.
He told Milo to leave it to him to guard the North in the future. In a sense, from today onwards, the nomads would replace Stronghold 176 as the Central Plains’ first line of defense in the North.
If the expeditionary army tried to head south again, they would have to pass through the grasslands first.
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