Chapter 292: A Knight’s Courage Knows No Recklessness (3)
Clank!
Boom!
Rrrrrumble.
The wooden palisades of Mordred stood firm.
Though they had only "patched up the urgent sections," the truth was that the defenses of Mordred were taller and sturdier than most fortress walls. Surrounding them were countless traps—painstakingly crafted, leaving no gaps.
Artificial swamps and sinkholes, poison-laced pits, and mines lay scattered in abundance.
The palisades, seemingly wooden, were reinforced with layers of hardened mud and embedded with monster bones, increasing their durability to withstand even the weight of dozens of large beasts.
It was almost awe-inspiring that humans had created such a fortress. But in a way, it was only natural.
For decades—far beyond five mere years—this stronghold had withstood the relentless onslaught of monstrosities.
Having evolved solely for the purpose of killing them, it was inevitable that both the warriors and their fortress would continue to grow stronger.
The Fortress of Lamentation.
A fortress built with Mordred’s blood and history—one that had always instilled absolute faith in its defenders.