There had been no sound of shells for an entire day.
The last line of defense before the Eastern Territory, Begalo Mountain Fortress, was a strategic pass of absolute natural peril for Guregs, a bulwark protecting the royal capital from the threat of the Eastern Territory.
But now, it was being used as a rebel fortress. Its terrain was treacherous, built into an enormous stone mountain. Attacking from below was a nightmare for any army.
Inside Begalo Fortress, the guards atop the walls sensed that something was wrong:
"The artillery barrage from those mad witches has stopped?"
Those mad witches had practically wanted to bombard the fortress with shells twenty-four hours a day. That was what they had done over the past few days, yet there was nothing today.
Guard Archie sensed something amiss and swiftly instructed the guards to stay on high alert before hurrying down from the walls toward headquarters.
They had fought those mad witches many times. Other than the battle at River Valley Town, artillery barrages were those witches' favorite tactic.
"When the enemy makes an unusual move, there must be a change."
Changes could be good or bad. Some were meant to force the opponent into reacting and exposing a weakness, while others were simply wasted effort.
Whatever those mad witches were planning, the ones making the decisions were always their command... By the time Archie finished thinking, he had already reached headquarters.
Begalo Mountain Fortress was not large. Wooden barrels filled with poor-quality bread could be seen everywhere, stored in the simplest fashion.
Even dozens of barrels were piled in the corner of headquarters.
The map table beside that corner was already bristling with daggers. Several bearded middle-aged men sat there. The leaders of the righteous army, who had been high-spirited only dozens of