Time flew by, and Valentino finally understood why Robson hadn't told her his method for contaminating the water source.
As she watched the endless procession of dung carts, a foul stench permeated all of Thermopylae. Valentino, who was a bit of a germaphobe, felt her stomach turn at the sight.
Fortunately, their water was sourced from the other side of the mountains. With an entire range acting as a barrier, it was impossible for the filth to reach it.
Robson still hadn't told her that he also planned to bring the stuff up onto the city walls to give the Beastmen a nasty surprise.
Considering Valentino's squeamishness, Robson thought it best to handle the matter himself and not tell her about it.
In this world, magic often rendered such troublesome methods unnecessary. As a result, many tactics Robson was familiar with were considered completely novel here.
