The Rosenian army had yet to reach the Black Wood Forest Outpost when they saw two plumes of smoke rising in the distance.
First was the smoke from a warning beacon, followed by the blaze from the outpost itself.
Viscount Frost, Victor, sat atop his warhorse, a mocking sneer spreading across his tattooed face. "Burning the outpost and fleeing into the forest? It seems this Baron has run out of ideas."
He waved his hand dismissively. "The Vassal Army will put out the fire. The main force continues forward."
Obstacles appeared one after another along the way. Giant trees had been felled to block the road, meticulously placed pit traps were hidden beneath fallen leaves, and the main support structures of bridges had been demolished.
With every obstacle they cleared, the sneer on Victor's face deepened. "It seems this Baron is only capable of such petty tricks."
