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Along the banks of the Griss River, the sky was gradually becoming brighter.
In the forest, Fern and Hu Que were hiding under the bushes, silently watching the noisy passage of the noble army with flags fluttering in the forest road—it was not surprising, as even the kingdom's regular army couldn't adhere to strict discipline.
Of course, the mercenaries were much better, at least they had the awareness to ambush. About hundreds of mercenaries were hiding along the forest by the Griss Riverbank, waiting for the last noble soldier to enter the prearranged battlefield.
Hundreds of crossbows and long and short bows were about to aim at the prey entering their range.
"Although these guys don't seem very strong in combat," Hu Que couldn't help but say, looking at the outside of the forest, "the scouts are quite skilled, just lacking a bit of combat experience."
