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Pahell and Phillion arrived at the front of the camp. Soldiers were already buzzing with their own speculations.
"Have their identities been confirmed?" Phillion grabbed a soldier and asked.
"We're checking them right now."
A soldier with keen eyesight observed the wall. There were three prisoners hanging on the poles on the castle walls, but their faces were bloodied and barely recognizable.
'Urich isn’t there.'
Pahell breathed a sigh of relief after squinting at the wall.
He knew that Urich wasn’t among the captured soldiers without being able to see their faces. Urich was large. Among the soldiers hung on the wall, none were as big as Urich.
Phillion also realized that Urich wasn't there. He wiped the sweat off his brow with relief after seeing Pahell calmed down.
'I feel bad for thinking this when those soldiers are in such terrible shape but thank goodness Urich isn’t among them. That would have certainly jeopardized our whole mission.'
The captured soldiers on the wall appeared to have been severely tortured. They were doomed to die anyway.
"Duke Harmatti is the true king of Porcana, and he is the nobleman who will strengthen Porcana!" A prisoner tied to the city gate shouted. His voice was shaky and trembling.
"The weak and feeble Prince Varca will only darken Porcana's future! He will surely ignore the groans and...
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