Heaped together, using the prepared dry pine needles to cover them.
At the back of this group of soldiers, beside a burning campfire.
Godfrey sat on a log, watching the soldiers changing into their armor.
The flickering flames cast an ominous glow on his face.
And behind him was the tent of Commander Lawrence Ducas!
After a low shout, the sound of clothes rustling came from within the tent.
A few minutes later.
Lawrence emerged from the tent, looking satisfied.
Seeing the soldiers almost done changing their armor, Lawrence's face was full of pride.
"The Duke of Red Dragon would never dream that the forces of the Ducas Clan would cross the border through the southern woods at the far end to infiltrate his territory!"
Upon hearing Lawrence's words, Godfrey quickly rose and made room for him.
Lawrence didn't even glance at Godfrey, continuing to speak.
"As long as we can enter the Duke of Red Dragon's territory, our plan is half-successful!"
