Chaos, utter chaos-that was the state of Darrowshire now. Roars rang out in waves.
The clash of weapons sounded one after another.
After charging into the city, Ulysses first encountered a force rushing to reinforce the defenses. These troops should have been stationed on the walls, but while that sounded good in theory, it was simply unrealistic.
Where was Darrowshire? It lay in the southern part of the Eastern Plaguelands. To the north stretched the vast, blighted lands of the Eastern Plaguelands, utterly devoid of life, which meant there was not a soul there. To the south, mountains surrounded it. Beyond those mountains lay the Hinterlands, home to the Wildhammer Dwarves and various wild beasts, but reaching them required crossing the mountains first.
That left Darrowshire in one particular situation: it was simply too remote. So remote that there were no people nearby, and no enemies either.
As a result, Darrowshire's defenses were anything but tight. They were lax, and then lax some more, because the defenders did not even know whom they were supposed to guard against or who their enemy might be.
They could hardly be blamed for Darrowshire's lax defenses. The blame lay with its location and geographical surroundings.
The current defensive arrangements in Darrowshire dated back more than half a year. The Lord of Darrowshire had antagonized the Kingdom of Gilneas, and, fearing that the kingdom would move against him, he had kept the city on alert for a time. Clearly, however, his fears had been groundless. The Kingdom of Gilneas had already stopped paying him any attention. They maintained their vigilance through the first month, and the second as well, but from the third month onward, it deteriorated day by day until things eventually reached their present state.
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