CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As he stood a little way from the proposed battlefield, Altfor watched King Carris’s armies making camp for the night. Their scouts said that the enemy’s forces were only a little way away, exactly in the place that they’d said that they would be.
“Will we attack tonight?” Altfor asked King Carris as the king approached, flanked by advisors. “If they’re all gathered there in one place, maybe we can take them by surprise.”
The king looked over to the dark-robed figure standing to his left. Justinius shook his head. “Their magic still makes it hard to see what they are doing, but I know that they have the means to see things from the air. They would see such an ambush coming.”
“Justinius is right,” the king said. “We will proceed according to the plan we have made.”
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