At noon the next day, a large, noisy mass of Snake Worship Cultists arrived in the valley.
This was probably the Snake Worship Cult's vanguard. A few Snake Worship Cult followers led the way at the front, with at least three thousand people following behind them.
There were not many Cobra Warriors in this advance force, and no priestesses were in sight. Fewer than twenty people in the entire group were mounted.
There were, however, several hundred Snake Worship Cult warriors wearing green hooded robes.
It seemed that, in the eyes of the Snake Worship Cult army, serving as the pathfinding vanguard was grueling work meant for rank-and-file warriors and lowly followers.
Or perhaps that was simply the Snake Worship Cult army's usual practice. Those at the front were all devout but low-status cannon fodder—the priestesses were naturally quite fond of staying alive.
Li Ang lay atop the manor wall and watched from afar. He now understood why the Snake Worship Cult marched so slowly.
Their pace was not actually dragged down by those farmer-like followers, but by the Snake Worship Cult warriors—the warriors marched in full gear...
The Snake Worship Cult warriors were all infantry, or perhaps they could not even be considered soldiers, since their training was quite poor. They were simply well equipped.
Perhaps those with more devout faith and stronger bodies were armed as such warriors.
These poorly trained warriors had no horses to ride, nor did their formation bring many carts. They could only march while wearing their equipment, so naturally they could not move quickly.
"Why don't they have those followers carry their gear? Aren't they afraid they'll die of exhaustion marching around in all that...?"
Amy lay beside her lord and grumbled.
"Perhaps they place great value on their status as warriors... Just