CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
A wall of clay men stood massed and waiting on the plains before the keep of Dahrook. Riley felt a sinking in his stomach when he saw their vast numbers.
“There are too many.” Kazlen gaped.
“It is a lot,” Riley agreed, “but they don’t respond very quickly. From what we ran into before, it’s likely they are all controlled by a single sorcerer. If we can keep him guessing maybe we won’t do too badly.”
“Perhaps we should change our plans,” Banten Kerigos suggested. “If the Emperor Kitazaki attacks their rear, then we—”
“No.” Riley shook his head. “What happens here isn’t as important as long as we can keep Du-Dea Hiril’s attention focused on us. Takanaka and his men should be able to take the keep. They’ll have to; their ships have already sailed for safer waters.”
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