Chapter 406: Hatamum

The guards above the wall were village peasants, not hardened warriors.

And their will to resist without a noble present was very low.

Particularly when they were being menacingly started by twenty men in Corinthian helmets, their eyes glowing like the predatory gaze of a wolf.

"Wh..what now? Lord Haytai's orders were not to let anyone in or out," One of the youngest men, almost a boy whispered out, this voice spreadly slowly to his nearby comrades.

"Fool! You want to die, go die! Don't drag us into it!" And his loyalty to his lord was rewarded by a barked scolding from the oldest man of the group, who clenched his teeth at the thought that the boy's voice would be heard by the soldiers down below.

This man had seen enough of life to know that the Lord had buggered off and left them to die.

And he was not gonna die for a lord that had tucked his tail and left.

A sentiment that was shared by many of the more sensible men, one of whom whispered,