Bab 1762: Food

Meanwhile, in the only outpost on the outskirts of Mozaar…

Two outpost towers, six meters tall in the mountain terrain, weren't that eye-catching, and with a little bit of camouflage work, it was enough to fool any careless man who passed by in this area.

The sharpshooter at the top of the tower could easily see everything that happened on the main route and the inner mountains.

Coupled with the angle of the outpost towers, the sharpshooters on each tower were able to keep an eye out for each other, hence reducing unwanted accidents.

Hu!

The north wind of the winter blew.

Ruka shrunk his neck from the coldness, instinctively tightening his goatskin coat but the wind still managed to seep into his neck and sting his body, causing him to shudder.

"Bloody freaking weather! This year is colder than last year! The only thing that's keeping me from going crazy is that I can go home soon!" Ruka told his comrade beside him softly.