Frostbound

"That's a lot more than 100," Austin said from beside me in the bushes.

"No shit, Sherlock. I can count." I retorted.

We had arrived at the camp less than an hour ago and were taking the time to scout before attacking. I didn't trust Tracy's information fully and wanted to see the place for myself. Plus scouting out the camp was good practice.

I wouldn't always have detailed reports like I did now, even if I didn't trust said reports. According to Tracy, the highest level here was level 35 and was the one in charge of the pylon originally, before the Mindbreaker took over.

What was supposed to be 100 foes turned out to be double that. It would seem that all of the minions the Mindbreaker had wandering outside the camps came back for wave days.

Which was today.

I had thought that right after a wave was the best time to attack since it would be when the camp was most vulnerable. Turns out that wasn't the case.

I didn't know when the camp would split up and return to the normal garrison, but I didn't feel like waiting. 100, 200, it didn't much matter in the long run. There was a limit to my endurance and ability to fight, but I hadn't found it yet.

And it certainly wasn't only 200. I would treat it as just another wave. Except this wave had defenses... and skills... and tactics better than beasts.

I was told that their tactics were rudimentary and that they lost a lot of their ability after being converted to thralls, but they were still ahead of beasts.

All together, I wasn't too concerned. I was higher level than everyone in the camp and none of them had a Law, according to Tracy.

I was inclined to believe that part. If the people here had a Law they would have put up a better fight against the Mindbreaker. Sure, they might have still lost but if that was the case they weren't that powerful to begin with.