Chapter 44: The Fiancée (2)
The fortifications of Morg came into view.
Huge earthen walls stood in a circle, dotted with wooden and iron watchtowers.
Camu and Vikir were walking around the fortress, talking about this and that.
"The barbarians are raiding the ruby mines and plundering the native slaves and crops. They're taking the slaves not to save their own people, but to sell them as slaves elsewhere."
"Exactly. There are many barbarian tribes, and they do not consider each other kin, so they would not hesitate to sell criminals of their own tribe or captives of other tribes into slavery."
"I see, and I'm glad I don't have to answer the stupid question of why barbarians fight amongst themselves."
Camu reached out and gestured to the mud wall in front of them.
"These walls were built by Earth and Iron mages for a month."
The size of the wall was enormous.
If ordinary people had built it, it would have taken a year, not a month.
It would have taken hundreds of men to build it.