22 Chapter 22: Pirate (2/2)
They had only arrived for a short amount of time, but humans were adaptable. They slowly adjusted to the new environment and made do without what they had. Unable to defeat the stronger monsters, they lived in the forests and savannahs, filled with oversized rabbits, golden monkeys, and goblins.
Different terrain plagued the vast majority of the inhabitants, causing them to fear the unknown, where things like gryphons, minotaurs, and broodmothers existed. Not until they gained enough strength would they be comfortable enough to venture out deeper into the Holy Land.
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In the forest, a beautiful woman with long, black hair cascading down like a coursing river, stood. Wooden stakes surrounded a small encampment, filled with pitched tents and men carrying spears, clubs, and even swords.
Anna was observing the workers who were building cabins and workshops down below, preparing for the inevitable battles. Teams of hunters were out hunting, providing the group of people with food and the necessary tools for advancement.
She was unaware if Wilhelm was still alive, but for some reason, she was extremely intrigued by the man who she briefly talked to. She was someone who had droves of men lining up before her, kneeling to kiss her toes, yet she was still unsure of how to approach Wilhelm.
With a turn of her shoulder, she walked back into her personal tent. Five men and women stood there at attention, ready to protect her at any moments notice. Their personalities seemed to be non-existent, and not a single sound escaped from their lips.
They surrounded Anna's throne-like chair without a change in expression, merely standing there, like trophies.
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Towards the eastern side of the Holy Land, a marsh, full of mist and steam dwelled. All sorts of strange creatures ran amuck, but a particular civilization was more noteworthy than the others. Thick walls made out rock, and even torches were present, protecting the humans inside.
They were a group of pale people. Thick beards extending from their chin, and they possessed rough facial features. Scars ran down their shirtless bodies, threatening all living beings and showcasing their rich battle experience.
In the middle of the campsite, a sturdy man sat on top of a rug; his beard was a foot longer than the others, and he was busy eating a rabbit leg. He adorned strange jewelry on his fingers that glistened brightly within the mist. A black eye-patch covered his right eye, and the rest of the inhabitants seemed to hold this man to high regard.
A chuckle escaped from his thick lips, ”bring me more things to plunder… my greed has yet to be satiated.”