Loopbound Death Reversal Chapter 17: Chapter 16: Fog of War

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Chapter 16: Fog of War A note from Bragi Fire the patreon has all the newest chapter. right now, it has twenty chapters. hope you all could support me Henrik himself did not have any survival knowledge. If he ran into the woods while trying to run away, when night came, he would be easy prey from the monsters. He would be dead by morning. These are only the few instances of the ways Henrik had died. And he did not wish it on anybody. He saw the forest but who’s to say that entering the forest would give him safety. Henrik is not as rash as he was before. Even if he wanted to run, he needs to understand whether it is feasible to run or not He needs to secure a route. He needs to know where the enemies are stationed. And he also has to know the situation in this place. What kingdom or duchy or barony is this? Is everywhere plagued with war? And what about plague When one think of the medieval world, one think of diseases. Diseases and plagues. And he made his judgement quickly when he thinks about all of these factors. No, it is not feasible for him to try to run. First, if he came down from the hill and join the main force, and then he ran to the forest, there is many possibilities that would lead him to another death There is a high chance that he would be executed for deserting. There is also a great chance that he would meet the enemy army and would be killed. The other side, the main force is chaotic and looking from above, it is hard to distinguish who is foe and who is allies. And not to mention, even if he successfully escapes, if the royal army wins quickly, then when they cleared up the battlefield, they will hunt for stragglers and deserters. Four legs are better than two. If the noble army won, their cavalry could easily catch up to him in the forest. And the most terrifying possibility is that the closest forest he saw….is there no ambush there? Henrik knows that he is being too paranoid here. They might not be any ambushes hiding. But it is better to think of such things. After all, in medieval war, there were many times where there is such an ambush method And since he did not know much, he should think much He looks up and then saw the sun “What a beautiful day!” he said with a sigh. It is so beautiful. Yet the day is full of death. But in the distance, he could see dark clouds. Before, he felt that everything was dark and gloomy. But maybe that is because he is trapped in such a situation, that everything felt dark. Now that he is out of danger and standing here, on top of this mound of hill, looking at the sun, it is still shining bright One of the youths suddenly said “It is about to rain” Miklos and Henrik both turned their gaze to a person. Henrik look at this person. This person is young. Probably the same age as him. There is not even a beard on his chin And this young guy is looking at the sky. Miklos on the other hand narrows his eyes. From the very beginning he doesn’t like this person at all There is just something about him that rubbed him wrong. “Who are you? You are not a person of Matra” “The name Matthias” Miklos could not help but feel weirded out by this person. Maybe, it is the way he looks at him. This young boy wears a leather armour. The leather armours itself seem cut and there is dried blood on it. When one looks at it, most of his items seems to be in dry blood. Miklos knew what it meant These are loot. He did not care about that. He cares that the way he acted is unlike any other person he saw He did not know how to verbalize it. He just felt a bit off. He is young and skinny, his hand is coarse and rough There are some wounds on his cheeks but other than that he is quite healthy. Miklos then shakes his head and ask him a question “What is your position?” “Just a porter” Miklos eyes narrow. this is the other boy who was calm the whole time. He was running with them. There is no particular talent, but he was eerily calm. And even now, looking at the distance, this boy that called himself