The Ragged Prince glanced sidelong at the agitated Treg and said, "The companies hired by Myr are still on their way here. Aren't we waiting for them? We need some time to build catapults anyway. We might as well wait until everyone arrives."
How could Treg afford to wait?
He had escaped from the Lys Wolf Fox, and now he needed a great victory to rally all the nobles of Lys.
The nobles and free folk on the plantations of Lys were watching him.
If he failed to win, those nobles might band together and kill him.
Treg O'Morren had originally been a merchant noble of Lys, but his businesses were mainly shipping and shops, most of them in the Lys Islands.
These plantation nobles were the very people he usually despised most, yet now they eyed him like predators.
That was also why he had agreed to let the sellsword companies plunder the plantations afterward.
"There's no need to wait. They have ten thousand troops in total. Our slave army has twenty-five thousand, and your companies together have over ten thousand more. Over thirty thousand against ten thousand-the advantage is ours!"
The fury of revenge blazed in Treg's eyes.
What he wanted most now was to storm the Outpost Tower and mount that Easterner's head on a spear.
Carson, commander of the Maiden’s Men, was utterly unconcerned. He had never thought much of the Easterner's army.
Though the Easterner had defeated Lys, in his eyes, the slave soldiers of Lys were little better than whores.
They had lost their courage the moment they became slaves.
Had the roughnecks in these sellsword companies not been so poor at running businesses, they would long since have joined forces and wiped out these fragile city-states.
"Enough. Too much talk. Get moving and