Meanwhile, atop the Smith Kingdom's cliffside camp, after the snakefolk withdrew, the Smith Kingdom's garrison had more or less returned to the site.
Of course, this time they had not come to pick a fight with the snakefolk. They had already realized all too clearly that they were no match for them.
So this time, following Senator Figo's suggestion, they had brought representatives to negotiate with the snakefolk.
But since they did not know where the snakefolk stronghold was and could not find them, they could only wait for the snakefolk to come looking for them.
As things stood, the snakefolk were also nocturnal, which made the waiting process even more agonizing for the Smith Kingdom's soldiers.
After all, the snakefolk's terrifying image had already taken deep root in their minds.
Many soldiers who had survived the previous attacks had developed psychological scars from the snakefolk.
They would jolt awake every night afterward. Just recalling the scene from that night made their bodies tremble uncontrollably, their minds filled with images of their comrades being swallowed alive by the snakefolk.
"Judging by the time, it should be about now, shouldn't it?"
Inside the camp halfway up the mountain, another soldier on watch gave a sudden shudder when he heard this.
"Fuck, shut up! Don't say it!"
After several rounds, they had obviously figured out the simple pattern in the snakefolk's movements. The snakefolk came around once every half a month or so.
The garrison soldiers actually knew this perfectly well, but that did not mean they wanted to hear it.
Their attitude was basically: as long as I don't hear it, the snakefolk won't come.
However unwilling you were to accept it, the reality you had to face still had to be faced...
Noticing the shadows around the warning fire line