Chapter 751
The group passed through the gorge running along the ridge of Mount Nosnel without losing their way. It was a valley they would likely never have chosen to enter, even by accident.
The road was surprisingly well-maintained, but it twisted sharply, climbed steeply, and carried an eerie atmosphere.
Of course, the landscape on the other side of the mountain was no different.
"Good grief… damn it all…."
That was why they had stopped the carriage in a suitably secluded spot before the descent. After tying the carriage to nearby trees, Miguel climbed back onto the driver’s seat and let out a sigh.
"Want to stay here with Nila and guard the carriage? Just say the word," said Ian.
Standing beside the carriage, he casually tossed pieces of removed equipment into the carriage interior one by one. Nila, who had been standing in front of the warhorses like a barrier, turned sharply at the remark.
"Would you really allow that? Personally, I’d prefer the role of guard over a slave."
From inside the open carriage door came Nasser’s voice, accompanied by the clatter of armor as he organized their gear.