Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 128: Bandits and Nobles

Chapter 128: Bandits and Nobles

Horal was a bandit, but he was also a noble's guard.

Most of the time, he could easily switch between these two identities.

Of course, Horal wasn't one of those bloodthirsty killers who didn't blink at taking lives.

The orders they received from above were usually just to stand in line and charge forward a few times during the battle.

As long as the other side surrendered, they wouldn't go overboard with killing; after all, they wouldn't be rewarded with more than a few silver coins anyway.

This time, though, Horal had a gut feeling that something was off.

First, they had waited in the mosquito-infested reed beds for two or three hours, with no sight of their target, and lost weight in the process.

Feeling a sharp sting on his neck, Horal quickly slapped it.

With a soft "splat," he winced, looking at the blood on his fingertips, and cursed under his breath:

"Damn place, gonna get sucked dry sooner or later."

"Quiet, or you'll catch a whipping later!"

His companion quickly pulled him aside, nervously scanning the surroundings. After seeing the others scratching and swatting at insects too, he relaxed slightly but still shot Horal an annoyed look, muttering:

"This time is different from the others. Our opponent isn't easy."

Nodding obediently, Horal knew exactly who their target was this time.

The Thorn Caravan's recent activities had caused quite a stir in Blood Moon City.

Just as the two were about to continue their conversation, a loud call rang out:

"Everyone gather up, rest for 20 minutes, and then we move out!"

The bewildered bandits emerged from the reed beds.

Many grumbled about waiting for hours in the sweltering sun, being bitten by mosquitoes, and still not seeing their target.

They could've just called it a failed mission and moved on.

But now?

They had to set out again?

Tired and frustrated, they couldn't help but complain a little.

Still, their complaints remained just words; they wouldn't dare disobey orders from above.

After all, bandits were still bandits!

......

As dusk fell, Adam Smith, who had been working hard all afternoon, exhaled deeply.

Looking at the nearly finished wooden walls, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

He was thankful he had communicated with the lord rather than making decisions on his own.

Even though every time he returned to Bay Territory, he saw rapid progress, he still hadn't fully grasped the speed of its construction.

Until now!

In just one afternoon.

Fifty barbarian soldiers, five hundred kobolds, and twenty clay golems.

In just four hours, they had built a 400-meter-long, 4-meter-high, and 2-meter-thick wooden wall.

At each of the four corners, they had constructed 6-meter-high watchtowers.