Novel & Cerita Cascade Ambush Camps

The entire campsite was heavily guarded, with one sentry post at every few steps. The Raksasa Tribe had lived in the wilderness for generations, they had an unrestrained temperament, and they were carefree. They were not usually that cautious. However, Alaric had been influenced by Debra and Shentel; that was why he adopted the defensive measures commonly used by the Nine Mainland. Night fell, and the entire camp was shrouded in darkness. Whoosh! Suddenly, a cold figure flew from a distance and landed steadily in the dark southwest corner of the camp.

“Gradual starvation will force them to divert men to protect the road, thinning their camp defenses.” “Exactly.” I marked the bend where the road entered heavy timber. “Ambush here, the wagons slow to navigate the curve. There'll be four guards at most, according to Finn. So…we hit quickly and vanish before reinforcements arrive.” “And Vance’s reaction?” “He’ll send patrols to secure the route and investigate that leaves the camp vulnerable for several hours.” I traced a second path from the camp toward the ambush site. “Sylvie’s team moves in during that window to gather intelligence and confirm Alastair's true position.”

“The scent is still pretty strong.” He stepped ahead. “Shall we?” I nodded and fell into step with him, following the trail of footprints. Three sets disperse one by one, leaving only the trail of four, including Cleo’s footprints heading away from the clearing. The closer we got, the more rogues I could smell along with the scent of stone, wood, and iron. “By the Goddess,” someone whispered as we stepped through the clearing in a valley that had been built out. The encampment was massive. That was the first thing that registered as we approached. It was more like a compound than an encampment, carved and formed from what looked like still living trees. Nets of vines hung over logs laid out

But just as Nyx cleared a steep ridge, a sharp, metallic scent hit our nose, cutting through the crisp air. Nyx skidded to a halt, her claws tearing up the dirt. Silver. My heart hammered against my ribs as Nyx dropped low into the brush, her lips curling back over her fangs in a silent snarl. Through her violet eyes, I scanned the darkness below the ridge. There, nestled in a deep ravine just past the boundary line, was a hidden camp. It was crude, covered in camouflage netting, but my advanced vision picked out the details instantly. Steel cages, heavy crossbows, and specialized skinning knives glinting in the dark.

“She’s insane.” “I prefer efficient,” I mutter. Tyson doesn’t react to the joke. His eyes are still locked on mine. Then, finally. “What did you see inside?” he asks. Now it’s not anger anymore. It’s strategy. I exhale slowly. “The camp is layered into three zones. Outer ring: warriors and patrols. Inner ring: training and ritual preparation, there are no children, only warriors” I pause again, this part matters. “Five witches stationed around it at all times. They rotate in shifts. They’re maintaining the concealment field continuously. They clearly have a leader.”

Whatever it is, the longer it takes, the more I question his intentions. **************** A flight, and a car ride later, we arrive at the camp the warriors set up. We had to remain selective in our choices, needing more warriors to remain home and protect the packs. We only brought a few elites from Silver Run and New Moon. Neat rows of tents, line the surrounding area, autumn leaves are ankle high, covering the forest floor. I wander through the tents, when Fletcher deviates, walking into the forest. Curiosity forces me to follow behind, trying to keep my distance, but it fails.

Caleb sighed over the phone, “I’m on my way.” By the time Caleb knocked on the door twenty minutes later, we had the map on the bed and three problems already identified. We didn't finish until almost six in the morning. New inner perimeter, two altar position options, Elder briefing at dawn, west coverage that hadn't been on anyone's radar before tonight.It wasn't a ceremony celebration anymore. It was an ambush with a ceremony built into the middle of it. I really would pay a huge sum just to see Blake trapped in his own ambush.

“We’ve got the message. Confirmation on the rogue camp.” “Go on,” I said, exhaling smoke. “They’ll be celebrating the Moon Festival tomorrow night,” Jared continued. “Their defenses will be down. The informant says it’s the perfect time to strike.” I took another drag, my mind already working through the possibilities. “And the secret entrance?” “It’s real. Hidden by the east side of the forest, near the cliffs. We can get in without alerting the perimeter guards.” I smirked, the thought of finally crushing those rogues stirring a dark satisfaction in me. “Good. Tell the warriors to prepare. We move tomorrow night.”

Maps, communication equipment, ammunition caches—they'd turned my ancestral seat into a war room. "Dozen fighters, maybe more," Gareth whispered. "Defensive positions along the balconies." I studied the tactical situation. Direct assault would be suicide. But indirect approaches would take time we didn't have. "Remember the hunting trip when you were sixteen?" I asked quietly. Gareth smiled grimly. "The ambush at Devil's Canyon." We'd been outnumbered then too. Rogues had caught us in a kill box, thinking they had easy prey. They'd learned otherwise. "Same formation. You take left flank, I'll draw their fire."

Gradually, their cooperation formed an unspoken understanding. At the same time, at the entrance of Sunset Mountain, a row of cross-country vehicles drove through a muddy area and finally stopped at a flat clearing. There were more than a dozen cars, each filled with people. When the car door swung open, Auster Moore, Katia Kald, and others jumped out of the car right away. Immediately after, they were followed by other guardians of the Sacred Association and the tomb raiders from Kald Fortress. Finally, two teams of heavily armed mercenary members also leaped out of the vehicles and joined the troops.