Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 88: Taking the Initiative

Chapter 88: Taking the Initiative

The expanded logging camp was no longer the small logging site it used to be.

The trees within 500 meters had all been cut down.

Along with the shrubs and weeds, everything had been cleared, ensuring an unobstructed view of the surroundings, enabling early warnings upon spotting enemies.

A moat connected to the river, three meters wide, effectively isolated external dangers.

The camp was surrounded on all sides by towering stone walls.

Stones gathered by thousands of kobolds were tightly stacked, forming walls five meters high.

The top of the four-meter-wide stone walls was wide enough to accommodate four rows of soldiers for defense.

Several stone battlements and watchtowers were built on each side.

Heavy crossbows protruded from the battlements, operated by soldiers aiming at the forests hundreds of meters away.

Seeing these military-grade weapons, the adventurers felt a sense of reassurance.

Although the regenerative abilities of the trolls were indeed formidable, these heavy crossbows were no joke either.

On eight lookout towers, each over 10 meters tall, a dozen scouts stood watch.

At the back was a well-fortified stone building.

Inside, reserve soldiers could be stationed, ready to provide support at any time.

All kinds of defense materials and equipment were stored, ready for rotation, repair, and replacement.

By military standards, this camp could withstand an attack from 2–3 times its number if fully manned.

From Arnold's seasoned perspective, the defensive tightness here even rivaled some military outposts.

Soldiers gathered in the camp, neatly lined up and looking toward Angela, their young commander, who was boosting morale:

"Are you all satisfied with your current lives?"

Excellent weapons, generous pay, and the hope of a better future—things they had never dared dream of!

All the soldiers shouted in unison, "Satisfied!"

The deafening shouts echoed through the camp, and the overwhelming morale impressed the surrounding adventurers.

"Who gave us this life?"

"The lord!"

Angela's voice was solemn and clear as she called out:

"If anyone wants to take away our lives and make us return to the past, what should we do?"

The soldiers were suddenly reminded of the implications, and their minds instinctively reflected on this question.

Go back to the past?

To the days of not having enough to eat and watching their families starve?

"Never!"

Leon and Captain Sean exchanged a glance, shouting in unison:

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The other soldiers quickly followed suit, shouting at the top of their lungs:

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts thundered through the camp, thick with killing intent!

The adventurers were visibly startled, and the flocks of birds around the camp took off in panic.