Chapter 395: The birth of Maltur

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/Four days later…/

/Step step…/

Deep within a grand fortress, during a cold night, a soldier marched as he held a spear in his left hand, making patrols around the perimeter.

The complex was rather large, having dozens of large buildings and open training areas, all protected by multiple layers of walls, one taller than the other, each protecting different zones of the fortress.

In its outermost layer where the wall was only two meters tall and the buildings were mostly wooden and stone houses, the soldier approached a man resting by a small post, he was like a statue from how still he was.

"Patrol Change." He said as he approached another soldier standing by the wall

"About time, are you sure you aren't late? I feel it's been forever!" The soldier replied with a scoff as he stretched his neck

"Last time I checked it was only a few instances before time, at most I'm a little late."