An Army at the Gates

"Sherry, what's wrong?" Nalant immediately noticed something was off. For her to even drop her skewer on the ground, this had to be major news.

"M-My lord, Little Gray says there are... so, so many enemies in the distance!" Sherry came back to herself and immediately trotted over to whisper in Nalant's ear.

"What?" Nalant was startled.

The tables around them, which had been full of laughter and cheerful chatter, instantly fell silent at his cry, everyone looking curiously toward Nalant.

"Sherry, come here!" Realizing he had lost his composure, Nalant shot apologetic looks at Stella, Boris, and the others before calling Sherry aside.

Although everyone knew that Sherry could 'communicate' with Little Gray, Nalant had no intention of letting them realize that this communication was actually completely unhindered.

"Sherry, tell me everything!" After taking Sherry several meters away, Nalant began questioning her in a low voice.

"My lord, Little Gray says there's a very, very long line of people to the northwest. There are as many of them as when the Earl brought us here before, and they're all carrying weapons and equipment!"

"Gasp! As many as when the Earl brought us here? Wouldn't that mean over ten thousand people?" Nalant sucked in a sharp breath.

The probability that had seemed so infinitesimal had actually come true.

And when it came, there were bloody over ten thousand of them.

"Sherry, how far away are they?"

"My lord, Little Gray says they're only five or six li away from reaching us!"

Nalant immediately fell silent. To keep his men from getting lost in the desert, he had not sent Quick and the others out to scout.

Yet this force of over ten thousand was only five or six li away from them.

Fortunately, his cautious nature had made him set