Chapter 241 - At the gates
Large wooden spiky walls, somewhat similar to the wooden piked fence that 'protected' the slave pen could be seen peeking out in the horizon.
On the small path leading towards the mountain orc's recently made new settlement, two silhouettes could be made out if you squint your eyes. Due to reaching the height of the night, the lighting was faint at best, but still much better than what you could normally expect. The clear starry night and the moon's reflection gave a somewhat mystical tone to the moment.
In front of a closed, large, wooden gate 4 orcs were standing guard. Similar to their counterparts 'guarding' the slave pen, they were all clearly not your average warriors of the tribe, but the elites, the real deal, the strongest of them all.