Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 317: Great raid(1)

Chapter 317: Great raid(1)

The long-awaited call for a raid had finally come. Virguth, the fiery son of Klarik, had summoned his people and that of common tribes , and 6,500 warriors answered, their blades sharpened and their hearts brimming with anticipation. 

This winter had been unlike any in memory. Far from the biting cold of their northern homeland, the tribes now thrived in the fertile lands of Sarlan. Their bellies were full every day, thanks to overflowing granaries stocked with the spoils of conquest, and warm fires burned in their hearths each night. It was a luxury that many had never imagined.

Some had even embraced this new life, trading the chaos of battle for the quiet rhythm of farming. Fields sprouted under their hands, and herds of sheep and goats, taken from defeated Sarlani settlements, roamed the rolling hills under their care. They were no longer just raiders but settlers, carving out a new future in the land they had seized.

Yet, for many, the peace and comfort were suffocating. To warriors forged in the crucible of battle, such stillness was a foreign and unwelcome thing. Inactivity gnawed at them, turning their restlessness into a roaring hunger for blood and glory. Virguth's raid was like a spark to dry kindling, igniting the hearts of those who longed for the clash of steel and the thunder of hooves. For these men, the raid was more than a venture; it was a return to purpose, a rekindling of the fire that had always driven their tribes forward.

They were not made for peace, bur for a life leaning toward action and violence, of people who found their call in dominating others.