CH434 The Roadblock and Toll II
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Kavakan grew angrier the longer he listened to the tollmen. It took everything he had not to grab his axe and smash their skulls in.
Sensing the hulking weretiger's murderous intent, the burly tollman quickly reached for his own axe and raised it defensively.
"What are you people trying to pull?!" he shouted.
At once, the rest of the men at the roadblock surged forward, weapons drawn, forming a loose but aggressive line.
This gave Alex the opportunity he wanted.
He quickly counted their numbers.
Fifty men.
All armed. All armoured—though the quality varied wildly. Their gear was worn, mismatched, and dirty, but that was hardly surprising. In the Wildlands, clean water was a luxury, and hygiene was rarely worth dying over.
More importantly, Alex assessed their ranks.
Only the two men in front—the scrawny leader and the burly enforcer—were Silver-ranked. The rest were Bronze-ranked fighters.
