Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 408 Outsiders(2)

Chapter 408  Outsiders(2)

As the warriors crested the final hill, the outsider's camp sprawled before them, a strange and unnatural sight against the rugged landscape. The murmur of voices rippled through their ranks, some filled with excitement, others laced with curiosity and skepticism.

"Look at that," one warrior muttered, gripping the shaft of his spear with anticipation. "We'll be feasting on their weapons before the sun sets."

"They don't even know what's coming for them," another chuckled, running a calloused hand over the edge of his axe. A younger warrior, barely past his first blood, squinted at the fortifications ahead, daunted by it, as he even thought he tried not to show it , he was a bit scared from the constructions in front of him.

Despite the bravado of many , the sight of the camp gave even the most seasoned among them pause. It was no mere collection of tents hastily thrown together, as they had expected. Instead, it was something else entirely—something built to endure and leave its mark.

Encircling the entire camp was a two-meter-tall wall of wooden logs, thick and reinforced, driven deep into the earth. The top bristled with sharpened stakes, positioned to skewer any who dared climb. But more unsettling than the height of the wall was the trench dug before it—a deep ditch, lined with wickedly pointed stakes at the bottom. Any man unlucky enough to fall while scaling the walls would not only find himself trapped but impaled, his broken bones the least of his concerns.