When all the officers and soldiers of the Northern Territory learned that the castle had only fifty thousand defenders and a handful of Casters, they all raised their glasses in celebration.
The Southern People were nothing to worry about; taking Black Stone Castle would be just a matter of time.
Although it was unclear where Damon and the main army had gone, all the higher-ups concluded that something must have gone wrong on the enemy's side, which was advantageous for the Northern Territory.
"Does that mean we'll be able to go back to Kolon soon?" Zat was off to the side, hunched over as he sharpened his War Axe. Once he was nearly done, he plucked a hair from Hog, and the moment it touched the blade, it split in two. Only then did he rise, satisfied. "Boss, we fled Kolon in such a hurry last time. It was so humiliating. When we fight our way back, we have to go strut in front of those old brothers."
