Chapter 173: The Iron Assembly
The heavy iron brakes of the Mana Train shrieked loudly as we ground to a halt.
We were in the northern industrial sector. The sky was thick with gray smog and the smell of burning coal. Directly ahead of the locomotive, a massive barricade of stacked logs and rusted iron blocked the tracks.
Standing behind the barricade was Lord Vulg. He was a massive, heavily scarred Orc chieftain wearing traditional armor crafted from direwolf pelts and jagged bone.
He was flanked by three hundred of his seasoned, veteran Orc warriors. They gripped crude axes and heavy broadswords, their eyes filled with deep, primitive resentment.
Gathered on the muddy slopes surrounding the tracks were thousands of terrified human refugees and local workers.
They clutched their canvas bags, entirely frozen in fear by the aggressive monster warband blocking their path to the factories.
