Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 120: An ambush for a crown(1)

Two days had passed, and the army finally ground to a halt. The men set up their makeshift camp near the edge of a sparse forest. Alpheo stood at the edge of the road, his gaze sweeping over the landscape, his lips pressed into a thin line. His face looked as though he had just bitten into a sour lemon, his usual confident demeanor clouded with dissatisfaction.

Clio, ever perceptive, approached him from the side, brow furrowed slightly in concern. "What's the matter?" he asked, tilting his head, his voice calm yet curious.

Alpheo exhaled through his nose, his eyes narrowing at the thin forest line. "I was hoping for the forest to be a bit higher from the road. And... well, more filled with trees," he said, his tone carrying a hint of frustration as he gestured toward the scattered trees barely providing cover or strategic advantage.@@novelbin@@

Never trust a map given to you...,he thought as he exhaled

The forest was thin, far too open for his liking, they would have to be deeper in it and the road ran a bit too far to it, making any ambush plans feel half-baked.It would still work just not as effective as he had hoped.

Shahab, who had been nearby, overheard the exchange. He walked up to them, his armor clinking softly. "And I suppose you also wanted Ormund to kneel and bend his neck for you while you're at it?" he quipped, his voice carrying sarcasm as he stopped beside Alpheo, his arms crossed.