In the end, Ladron and a handful were left behind. The others headed back to the array, but just surrounded it for a while.
They looked back, wondering if this was a trap and if they were going to get pulverized if they stepped inside.
Eagle rolled his eyes. "Go back home," he said. "Don’t overthink it."
It was an order from a master so they had no choice but to just follow. Although… every one of them shut their eyes closed as they stepped in, half-expecting to die then and there.
Anyway, the Yasof slaves went back, one by one, until only Ladron and a few others were left behind. For the most part, the people chosen were those with nothing to go back to. They had no family or assets back there, so it wouldn’t have mattered where they ended up. Included here were a few people who had been slaves before.
There were two people that Ladron specifically chose to accompany him, however.
This was Laki, the semi-bald huge dude who felt he was going to be a meat shield, and Landi, an effeminate guy with light-colored hair.
Ladron chose them because they were one of the more skilled fighters he had around him at the time. He didn’t know what would happen going forward, but it just seemed like the wisest choice to surround himself with some skilled people.
Anyway, the three of them followed Eagle and the rest of the guards back to the gates. They looked up at the tall wall and at the sentries, shivering a bit as they felt sharp arrows pointed at them.
As they got closer those sentries just felt even more menacing. Not only that, there were also more arrows and bows ready to kill at a moment’s notice.
They gulped. They probably wouldn’t even get past that right?
Had they continued attacking… the losses would’ve been insurmountable. The sacrifices would’ve been unnecessarily large, and they wouldn’t have made a dent on the enemy lines.
Some people actually questioned Ladron for giving up so quickly, now even the biggest fires of rebelliousness were doused with cold water.
Eventually, they safely arrived at the gate and passed the threshold. They felt dazed that they were still alive and uninjured.
Ladron couldn’t help but turn to Eagle. "Are you really going to let us go like this?"
"You surrendered early before any damage was done. We already got more than enough gold for the trouble."
This was one of the functions of the bank, in fact. The bank would be unaffected by the penalties in losing wars. In the chance that Alterra lost a war, the bank would keep the economy running and would not have to worry about losing half of its assets to another territory.
Of course, none of the newcomers knew this nor would they understand. Anyway, they were plenty distracted when they turned to look at the territory they entered.
Ladron and the others gaped in awe. It was such a clear and beautiful place! They had never seen streets so wide, and so many trees in the middle of the developed areas.
The liveliness wasn’t something you’d expect from a territory that had just been through a war either.
Speaking of people, those who were around greeted the guards with smiles. Then… they looked at them, immediately recognizing them as outsiders.
"Ohhh? These were from that other village?"
"Yes."
"So they’re slaves now?"
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