Chapter 88: The Illiad (5)
The sword forests of the Red and Black Mountains are terrible.
Every leaf on every tree is a razor-sharp blade, and there is nothing that is not deadly, from the thorny bark to the roots.
And now, in the midst of this infernal jungle, two men were fighting for their lives.
Vikir and Ahheman.
They faced each other with swords at their hips and bows strapped to their backs.
A crowd of spectators formed a wide circle around them.
Though obscured by the dense foliage and vines, the Balak warriors with good eyes and ears could see the fight hundreds of meters away.
Ahheman gritted his teeth.
" ...you've only been running for two years."
Vikir had only been acclimatized to the depht for two years.
He, on the other hand, was used to dealing with the terrain, a body that had lived here for nearly 70 years.