Chapter 88 Vaslof’S New Mission

It was the dead of the night. Deep inside the enormous, thick forest on the outskirts of the kingdom of Scyta, the Scytan warriors settled. Though this forest was cold, pitch dark, and utterly tranquil, the area where the warriors had deemed fit to set up their camp was buzzing, warm, and lit up, thanks to the numerous fire spots that the warriors had set up. Outside their tents, warriors could be heard chattering and laughing amongst themselves. Contributing to the noise was the popping sound of fat from the meat the warriors roasted. The warriors seemed really giddy that night. They had enough reason to be there. It had only been about three days since they began their mission, but they had already accomplished one of their two goals. Amongst all the tents of animal skin the warriors built, one of them stood out. The biggest one, of course, belonged to the warlord, Vaslof. It was situated in an area just a little distance away from the rest of the warriors and their noise, hence the calmness.