Heavy rain poured down relentlessly, the droplets ferociously pattering against tree branches and leaves, causing the canopy to quiver and emit a clamorous tidal noise.
In the mountainous terrain of South Ridge, a thick mist of rain swiftly filled the air, its hazy moisture intertwining and spreading amongst the woods and the main roads.
"This rain really couldn't come at a worse time."
Upon seeing the downpour, Sheyan couldn't help feeling annoyed; although the heavy rain provided cover, making their march more concealed and preventing them from being targeted by the cannon fire of Leyan City, it also meant their marching speed would be affected in turn.
Should they wait for the rain to stop before attacking?
As he pondered this question, little did he know that a unit had already set off an hour ago, when the cannons roared.
Their target was the supply convoy of the Mountain Troops!
