Chapter 274 - 272
The wind howled across the Northern Wall, carrying with it the scent of pine, earth, and distant snow.
Julius stood atop the great stone fortification, his crimson cloak billowing behind him.
The wall stretched as far as the eye could see, snaking across the rugged mountains and forests that marked the border between Romanus and the Visigoth Empire.
Below him, soldiers of the Legio IV Fulminata worked tirelessly, they were newly arrived from the training fields to take up their defensive posts as guardians of the northern great wall, a wall that now stretched from the western borders with Germania, all the way across the north of Romanus until it touched upon the Itar Tribal states lands
The Visigoth Empire was powerful — and unpredictable.
Should their ambitious rulers seek expansion, this wall would be the first line of defense.
Julius intended to make it unbreakable.
But they need not bar their own invasion routes to the other neighboring land, and once Carthage was secured, Itar would be a fertile ground to have all territories not already under Visigoth control in the south under their own rule, allowing for his attentions to be focused back in the west, as the wall would buy time should Visigoth attempt anything for his forces to rally and meet their invasion in the field of battle.
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Descending the stone steps from the wall’s summit, Julius entered the main fort — a sprawling complex of barracks, stables, and armories built directly into the mountainside of the wall itself.
The commanding officer, a grizzled veteran named Marcus Elvar, stood stiffly at attention.
"Your Majesty,"