Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 177: I'm Just Watching

Chapter 177: I'm Just Watching

Brow furrowed, Brown Carlisle took a sip of the meat broth, but he could faintly taste a hint of something foul.

Feeling irritated, he set down the clay bowl and stared toward the east.

All he could see were rolling mists and flickers of firelight.

A surge of anger suddenly welled up inside him.

Brown desperately wanted to gather his soldiers and charge out to fight Bay Territory in a grand battle.

But he remembered the disaster of a few days ago and clenched his teeth, forcing himself to hold back.

Back then, he had led his men out for an attack, slogging through the muddy swamps for hours, yet they never caught sight of Bay Territory's soldiers.

When he furiously led his troops back, he spotted Bay Territory's soldiers several hundred meters away, slowly advancing toward their camp.

Ecstatic, Brown ordered his men to encircle them, hoping to coordinate with the camp's defenders and trap the enemy.

Instead, he and his soldiers fell right into a massive mud pit.

Fortunately, his personal guards reacted quickly and dragged him out. Though he was covered in filth and choked on the foul muck, at least he was alive.

By the time they finally crawled out of the pit, they realized Bay Territory's soldiers were standing nearby.

The soldiers laughed loudly, mocking them, and before Brown's men could charge, the enemy slipped away into the mist.

Brown Carlisle couldn't even remember how he endured the humiliation that day!

He felt like a complete fool!

Taking a deep breath to suppress his rising anger, Brown found solace in a new excuse:

"Ignore these failures. Once the ruins are uncovered, I'll be able to leave this mess behind."

"Then I can return to Bloodmoon City and live in comfort, while these poor fools will be stuck in this mud pit."

With that thought, his mood brightened slightly, and he forced himself to take another sip of the meat broth.

"Roar...!"

A deafening roar suddenly shattered the misty stillness.

The sound carried an imposing sense of dread, scaring Brown so much that he spilled his broth.

Instinctively, he stood up, grabbing his armor and shouting:

"Prepare for battle!"

The pit camp descended into chaos.

Most of the soldiers, without armor or weapons, flailed in the mud, panicking.

Only a handful of soldiers still remembered how to react.

Brown stomped through the pit, rushing back to the camp.

With no time to clean up, he hastily donned his gear.

More soldiers continued to flounder, ignoring the officers' frantic orders to calm down.

Most of them were fresh recruits, barely two months out of their farms—how could they remain composed?

Many collapsed on the spot, their limbs limp in the mud.

Emerging from the chaos, Brown's forehead dripped with cold sweat as he surveyed the scene.