Chapter 520
May 3, 1350, 2:00 AM.
On the city walls of a Loen colonial city, soldiers stood guard holding firearms, each somewhat anxious. Their presence appeared somewhat solitary atop the massive ramparts.
The night felt like a thick quilt, shrouding everything.
As time passed, the temperature in the early morning hours grew colder and colder.
The soldiers' minds grew sluggish from fatigue and the unchanging dim environment around them, their perception of their surroundings gradually fading as they yawned one after another, drawing close to the torches on the city walls and huddling together for warmth.
Although the early spring nights in the Southern Continent were by no means cold, people always had an instinctive yearning for warm places.
"Were Lerha and Hesut truly both taken by the Balam Resistance Army?"
To combat sleepiness, the soldiers began chatting to pass the time. A young soldier with brown eyes pulled his collar upward and said worriedly, "Is it true? Those two places are so far apart..."
"Why think so much about it? Didn't the kingdom's newspapers write that these two cities suffered disasters first, and were then seized by those pervasive evil cultists who took advantage of the chaos?" another soldier said dismissively.
"Didn't Aldra have insiders before? It still dragged on for half a year, and the kingdom taking it back is only a matter of time. If the evil church really had that much capability, they wouldn't be an evil church."
The city they guarded was not particularly large, but neither was it small, comparable in scale to the two captured cities, which was why they felt uneasy.
The two cities suddenly destroyed by natural disasters could hardly be called close at hand, but rather entirely unrelated; their completely different strategic values and unrelated geographical factors led the