Chapter 781: Side Story 4. Endless Journey - 63
Inside the dim watchtower beneath the purification tower, a pair of a scout and a marksman observed an area around eight hundred meters in front of them with a high-definition dark-vision telescope. The clock showed it was time for breakfast, and they could hear the sound of footsteps.
When the marksman turned around, it wasn’t one of the people on mess duty, however, but the highest-rank individual within their advance group: the saint class Karna Ishtera.
"Commander," the marksman gave a casual salute, which Kar replied by raising the two rations in his hand.
He dropped the rations to the marksman’s hand and watched the line beside the scout. "How’s the situation?"
"Nothing much, just two spy birds," the scout pointed at two carcasses a hundred meters from the border of their safe zone, where the light from the purification tower ended. And then the scout shifted toward the field they had been watching all night. "No more addition to their troops."
Sending mana to his eyes, Kar could see the blackened field of miasma, and the sea of wriggling beasts gathering there. The beasts had been marching one by one after he went deep with some swift espers to provoke their lairs--all for the sake of creating this controlled battlefield.
After almost two weeks of waiting, the troops finally stopped increasing.
"No need to change formation then," Kar nodded and patted the scout and the marksman. "Alright, good work."
"Good luck, Commander."
Kar waved his hand and walked down the stairs. Two espers and a leader of the combat guide assigned to the group under his command were waiting there. He relayed what the scout told him while they walked back to the command tent.
"Do you think it’ll be the last?" one of the esper asked--a defender from Iron Shield who came with him to the Northern Alliance.