Chapter 217:
*Stomp* *Stomp* *Stomp*
Blissfully unaware, the Cherokee army followed the Loredin troops into the capital.
Of course, the Cherokee were no fools and had scouts and sentries scattered throughout their march, but they didn't see any signs of danger.
The reason was simple.
"No abnormalities ahead!"
"It's safe to continue our march!"
Disguised as scouts the magic swordsmen continued to spread false information, keeping the Cherokee army lulled into a false sense of security, and their commanders failed to recognize that they were being deceived.
As they advanced toward the capital of the Kingdom of Loredin, the Cherokee army set up camp in a sunken valley terrain.
Having marched for several days, it was necessary to establish a camp and rest for at least one night, considering the fatigue accumulated during their journey.