Or perhaps.
Thrown down from the city wall, buried under rolling wood and stones...
Tens of thousands of soldiers could be described as countless, like a meat grinder, not an exaggeration at all.
Thinking of such a scene, Lynn's breathing inadvertently quickened.
His emotions became restless.
Through war, he could quickly accumulate a massive amount of capital!
Food, wealth, manpower, resources.
At the same time, it could allow him more expansive land, higher honor!
Ultimately, to become a ruler of a region.
Even to achieve the throne!
But soon.
Lynn forcibly suppressed his somewhat agitated emotions.
Compared to the military strength of these great lords, with tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers...
The power he currently possessed was still too weak.
His territory was on the edge of the Karedi Empire.
Lack of manpower, backward productivity, barren land, far from the economic center...
Southern Border Land.
In the eyes of those great lords, it held no value.
