Chapter 122:Teaching Them A Lesson
Kael stood on the walls, looking down at the fortress where bonfires blazed, casting flickering light over the soldiers.
The problem with rations was solved—Kael had brought enough food for two months. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make the Guardian of the North go wild, throwing out meat, wine, and starting a celebration. Soldiers deserved a feast now and then—no one wanted to fight a losing war on an empty stomach.
But while one side was filled with laughter and energy, the other side was pure death. Kael turned his gaze forward, staring at the snow-covered wasteland stretching into the horizon. The land was barren, frozen stiff, and dead silent, as if waiting for something to break the stillness. From what he knew, the mines were about three kilometers away, and attacks usually happened in this area—but the range had increased lately.
Kael sighed as Gare spoke up. "My Lord, you said the attacks slowed down six days ago."
"Yeah, and?" Kael grunted.
"That’s the same day we arrived." Gare glanced at him, waiting for a reaction.
"Hmm," Kael nodded, uninterested.
"The only thing different that day was when we ran into that massive pack of wolves," Barret added.
Barret’s words made Kael click his tongue. "You dumbass, think properly."
Barret scratched his head. "What do you mean?"
Gare stepped in, his voice serious. "The monsters we’ve fought so far were mindless beasts. But those wolves? They weren’t just attacking like crazed animals. They were thinking, coordinating."