Chapter 312
Chapter 312
What is the wall?
"I’ve taken the wrong path."
Enkrid rubbed his ears, as though shaking off something he had misheard.
What had he misunderstood?
"Focus on the wall."
The ferryman continued speaking.
Though doubts arose, the words rang clearly in his mind.
"Focus on the wall."
In other words, look at it properly.
What is the wall?
It is the number of those who stand in his way.
The quality of the forces.
The Hurrier family’s swordsmen, mercenaries, Gray Dogs, mages, shamans.
The terrain itself.
This was the answer Enkrid had come to after much thought.
‘Increase my strength and break through.’
But there were obstacles every time.
Once, just when he thought he had barely escaped...
"Gray Dogs never miss their target."
The most persistent ones—more than even Rem—stood in his way.
They charged at him even if their heads were severed.
Gray Dogs—persistent lovers of their task.
After overcoming them, they were already in his way again today.
Included in this were mercenary Cent and the three Hurrier family swordsmen, followed by mages, then shamans, and now Gray Dogs.
Meanwhile, the regular soldiers kept rushing in, attacking again and again.
Though Enkrid repeated his experiences, each day was different.
The order of arrival varied, and the ways of fighting changed.
Enkrid wasn’t an expert in military strategy.
But one thing was clear.
‘I think I’ve fallen into something here.’
So, what should he do?
What would be needed to break free?
He still thought the answer was strength.
Some days, he didn’t face the Gray Dogs; other days, he didn’t meet a shaman or mage.
Some days, he didn’t even encounter Cent.
Now, seeing him was almost a welcome change.
Naturally, the days he met him were more frequent.
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