Chapter 158
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As expected, the bandits had planned well for this kind of an attack. They had laid top logs to form an artificial road block to prevent further advancement in their direction.

Two soldiers with a small host were on the other side of the wall behind it with bows and crossbows shooting at the opportune time. From here one could infer that even an avenue by which they arrived was barred; large stones have been rolled down the cliff to detect would be escapees.

“They don’t joke,” Caster said to himself. "They’ve got us boxed in."

The bandits were well equipped also as a defense. They were buried behind thick protection of wood which had made it virtually impossible for the caravan’s adventurers no matter how high their tier level of archery was.

Their objective was equally evident—they had no wants to capture any enemy. They had set this trap with one goal: to begin wearing away the group until they could take whatever they wanted.

“They could probably blow us up if they wanted.” Cast
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