Chapter 117 Avalon Castle

On the dirt slope outside Longka Village, two militiamen clutched their spears, squatted on the ground, and rattled their sticks loudly, absorbed in betting small change, with the winner occasionally bursting into loud laughter.

Beside them, at the top of the wooden lookout tower, an archer leaned against the railing, rubbing his palms together. He took idle sips of ale while casting bored glances into the distance.

Winter was nearing its end, temperatures were warming, and he didn't always have to climb up here wrapped in a thick cloak to face the cold wind. Being on watch had become much more bearable than before.

As he monotonously guarded over the area, suddenly, the archer couldn't resist setting down his beer mug, standing up, and squinting into the horizon.

It wasn't from the ominous direction of the Nightmare Forest to the south, but rather from the hilly woodlands to the west. A large swarm of moving figures was rushing towards the position of Longka.