Conquest { XXXIV }

It was still the fairly bright hours of the evening in Glenwood, and a figure could be seen sprinting through the deserted streets.

[ 3 of your soldiers have been killed | Casualty rate has reached 9% ]

[ Any more casualties will result in a deduction from your Quest Reward ]

These notifications rang in Rowan's ears as he made his way toward the entrance, running at a speed even the fastest athlete on earth wouldn't be able to comprehend.

Soon enough, the villagers of Glenwood came into view, and the scene in front of him wasn't peaceful at all.

He saw a lot of Glenwood people engaged in a violent protest, some screaming haltingly while others grew hostile and rushed toward the front, where his soldiers were stationed.

"What the fuck happened?" Rowan queried inwardly as he drew two swords from his inventory and approached the crowd.

He swung his swords at anyone standing in his path as he made his way toward the front row.