บท 97: One Message

The human fort of Airom Logat had seen better days. Their resources were burned with fire, and the champions were so enraged that a battle almost occurred. There was also evidence scattered all throughout the base that gave the impression that it was an inside job. 

As such, each kingdom was heavily guarding itself against another, and the tension in the place was great.

Then a ragged, wounded, and demoralized group of soldiers walked towards the entrance of the fort.

"I am Mezal Steele of the Steele clan. I sent a request days ago to go here."

"No. We are not allowing anyone to pass! This fort has been attacked, and there were human traitors! We will not accept any more vassals, troops for people of Viscount nobility and lower!" The guard roared.

"Human traitors?" Mezal was shocked.

"What happened?"