Chapter 259 - Volume 3
Chapter 38 The lord, the youth, and the hunter
=============== Raban / The Nightsong Tiger’s POV ============
The edge of River Gris was slowly becoming brighter as the sun rose.
The Nightsong Tiger and Raban were hiding amongst the dense foliage of the forest, silently staring at the noble’s boisterous army from afar as they continued their march into a used path. It was not a strange thing; even soldiers from Aouine’s formal armies were not disciplined enough to curb chattering.
The Nightsong Tiger and Raban’s mercenaries were obviously different, mainly because they were attempting to ambush them and had to be silent. Hundreds of mercenaries were lined near River Gris’s edge and waited for Lord Macsen’s last soldier to enter the ideal spot for their ambush.
Their crossbows and longbows were already aimed at their chosen targets.
“Even though their scouts don’t seem like much,” the Nightsong Tiger said as he watched their enemies, “they reacted quite well, and merely lacked a little experience in a real battle.”
Raban glanced at the man next to him. No one knew what The Nightsong Tiger’s real name was, and Raban had never heard of a tiger species with Nightsong in it.
Regardless of what the enemy realized, he knew that he had to make an immediate judgment.
The Subterrane Dwellers were in place approximately a hundred meters away, armed with heavy crossbows. Tagiv had wanted to get these weapons ever since they fought with Graudin, but the latter was not foolish enough to give away military provisions to his enemies.
Naturally, it was different when they entered Brendel’s army.
A hundred meters was a little far for humans to charge in, and even Iron-ranked fighters needed a few seconds to traverse on open ground, not to mention in a forest. The Subterrane Dwellers were a different story, though.
“Send out the signal—” The Nightsong Tiger made his decision and gave the order.
“Wait,” Raban did not understand, “they are still too far away for the crossbows to reach them.”
“We have absolute numbers and strength. The ambush is nothing more than a strategy to conserve our men, but if the enemies realized we are here, then things might take a different turn. Remember the crucial point for this battle; our lord wants to capture Lord Macsen.”
Raban took a moment to realize it was indeed so.