With rumbling footsteps, the mercenaries climbed up the city wall, instantly increasing the number of troops on it.
Standing on the top of the wall, Limon gazed at the wilderness outside the city. His indifferent eyes betrayed no hint of what he was thinking.
The shantytown outside the city was gone. As early as a few days ago, the poor had evacuated and entered the city of Arizela.
All that remained was a messy and filthy expanse, pitch - black. Further away was the end of the railway. The huge post - station stood solitary in the wilderness, looking incredibly forlorn.
"Where is the Bronze Guard?" Limon's voice echoed on the city wall, reaching the ears of the soldiers beside him.
