![]() There were some marks he didn’t recognize, but given the position of the ones in Garenland, he assumed they were indicating where recent battles had taken place. Slipping through the stone walls, Otto found the man himself and half a dozen officers gathered around a map of Rolan and Garenland. Otto went straight for the stone building Captain Mendelson called his headquarters. Seeing as how everyone knew they ruled the village, there probably wasn’t much point pretending. More Rolan soldiers clustered on street corners and now they wore their brown uniforms. The buildings were still run down, the people outside still sullen and scowling. Nothing much had changed since his last visit. He didn’t mind giving her pointers, but there was a time and place for instruction and this wasn’t it.įocusing on his task, Otto looked around the village. She was a clever girl, always eager to learn. The girl obliged, allowing him to spy in peace. Be quiet for a moment while I look around. I’ve extended my sight through the ether so I can see what’s happening in the village. It reminded him of himself when he began his journey as a wizard. He’d scarcely reached the edge of town when Corina asked, What are you doing? I can see a long line of ether stretching from your eyes.įorgive me, Lord Shenk, Oskar said. As soon as they stopped, Otto extended his sight towards the village. There was barely enough room for all five wagons. Hans pulled into a clearing just off the road. I want to have a look around before we go in. Pity really, fire could only improve the miserable place.ĭon’t get too close, Otto said. Today, burning the whole village to the ground wasn’t an option. The trick was going to be doing it without killing their own citizens. Well, maybe not all of them, he’d need a few to question. Since the raids had resumed, Otto felt no guilt in slaughtering every Rolan soldier in the place. Grunewald, once Garenland’s southernmost village and now the invaders’ base. ![]() Hans pointed at a small town on the horizon. When that happened, the group would be forced to travel at the pace of the infantry. Otto didn’t expect to encounter a large force until they crossed the border. Five thousand spearmen taken from the Southern Army, along with all their supplies and followers, were somewhere behind the main group. The small group was joined by Oskar, the Rolan infiltrator Corina, the skinny girl that appeared stuck to him and ten Rolan wizards eager to repay Villares for his treatment of their families. There was no point in pretending to be mercenaries now. The guys were all back in their official uniforms and mail armor. Otto didn’t know how much use the magical suits of armor would be in a fight on the open plains, but he felt better having them along. The rest of the squad was behind them in their own wagons. At least the wagon didn’t bounce much with the heavy armor in the bed. Which was why he found himself once again riding south on a hard wagon seat beside Hans. An attack on any Garenland merchant was an insult that couldn’t be allowed to go unanswered. Not that Otto could simply let matters stand. Happily, that had been a caravan run by a Franken competitor, so Otto’s family suffered no loss. His forces had struck half a dozen times across the border, hitting small villages and a caravan that decided to try and trade with Rolan despite repeated warnings and the unsettled climate. The former king of Rolan was now a bandit lord. And speaking of heat, Villares had been turning it up on the southern border. Nearly freezing to death in Straken had given him a greater appreciation for heat. Summer had finally arrived in the new empire and Otto was thoroughly enjoying the warm weather.
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