"1 ton... no, 10 tons! I'll deliver it personally!"
Snowflakes filled the sky, horse hooves galloped, leaving a trail of footprints and wheel marks in the snow.
A group of centaurs ran for five hours, panting, until they reached a valley 1380 kilometers away.
The valley was covered in snow, the air was frosty, and in the dim white mist, a Giant Crystal Turtle as big as a small hill was basking leisurely in the sun.
"It's really it! Slow down!"
The Centaur Chief was just about to step forward to feed it when suddenly he heard a "rumbling" sound from the sky.
The centaurs were all taken aback.
Those Great Clans had actually arrived by plane, the roaring of the engine was deafening.
This small plane was made of cement, installed with a "Pandora Crystal Stone," and after landing smoothly, several lifeforms dressed in "Fire Scale Dress" emerged from the cabin.
Following behind them was a group of soldiers armed to the teeth.
