What a mess. I finished writing the last chapter and, without thinking, posted it right away. Only afterward did I realize it was chapter twenty-nine, when I hadn't even posted chapter twenty-seven yet. Sorry. The final update is scheduled for 12:04.
Southshore's gates were even more crucial than its walls, so there was naturally no shortage of sentry wards there. Rex had purchased quite a few of these consumable treasures. They had appeared several times over the past two years, and he could buy ten each time. He had thoroughly figured out the Goblin Merchant's rules: the more precious an item was, the less frequently it appeared, the fewer were available, and the higher the price. Common goods appeared frequently and in greater quantities, though their prices were not low either. Everything there was priced in gold coins. Ten sentry wards made up a set, and even one set cost thirty gold coins.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
Southshore's gates slowly opened, and a burst of fire erupted from the scrawny Orc adjutant's hand. It was a magically crafted signal flare, and the magic behind it was simple, much like a firework. With a motion from the scrawny Orc adjutant, it became a fiery serpent that shot fiercely into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it left a straight trail of fire standing in the heavens.
Such a conspicuous sight naturally startled everyone. Both Southshore's defenders and the Orcs sprang into action. The entire Orc camp erupted into an uproar. The magical signal not only streaked across the sky but ended with an explosion. In the quiet night, that blast was unmistakable. Apart from those sleeping like pigs, many were jolted awake.
"Kill them! Tonight, we crush the enemy!" Delight flashed across the Orc Commander's face when he saw the