Summoned to a Fantasy World With a Modern Military System

The drone's night vision cameras gathered every stray bit of moonlight and starlight making the landscape ahead almost as clear as daytime, just in eerie shades of green and black.

Allen could see every rock and dip in the terrain, every bush for hundreds of meters ahead allowing Luna to guide the horse safely at speed even through the pitch-black night.

He scanned the horizon on the feed as he was looking for the first signs of the enemy camp but there wasn't anything yet.

Just empty plains stretching out before them endlessly. For Allen the darkness wasn't an obstacle, however. And was rather an advantage.

After all, with the help of the drone he was able to see clearly in the shade of the night but that wasn't true for his opponents in the camp.

According to Lishia you needed especially trained individuals if you wanted to carry out a mission in night. Which meant at most the enemy side would have a few people capable of fending off against Allen and Luna, which honestly wasn't that big of a problem.

They rode in silence for another ten minutes with the only sound around them being that of the steady rhythm of the horse's powerful legs kicked up against the dark earth.

Allen kept his eyes glued to the drone feed as he continued watching the ghostly green landscape scroll by.

Lishia had showed him the map and told him about the general directions in which the enemy outpost was located, and he had forwarded that information to the system.

Now the only thing it had to do was simply follow the drone while it kept sure of everything else such as making sure they're going in the right direction.

Surely, having the system control the drone had increased its capabilities tenfold.

The wind whipped past them being as cold and sharp as ever and carrying with itself the faint and unsettling metallic tang of old blood and the lingering smell of burnt ground from the distant crater.

It was little fainter compared to when they were passing through the crater, but still enough to make them aware of its presence.

The pale crescent moon offered little light while turning the empty plains into a sea of shifting shadows and indistinct shapes.

It was a dead and silent world. It was a battlefield.

Then finally, something different appeared on the screen.

Flickering at the edge of the drone's range it wasn't just empty plains stretching into green coloured infinity.

But rather faint points of light and tiny clusters of heat against the cold ground. Campfires.

As the drone moved closer guided by Allen's predefined commands the shapes resolved and heat signatures became clearer.

There was clearly a big wall spreading out in front of him, and he could also make out faint moving blobs of warmth indicated people. The enemy outpost.

Seems like we've arrived. Allen thought to himself.

He let Luna ride on for another minute or so and didn't say anything about the discovery he had just made. He needed to make this seem natural, after all.

"Stop here," he said quietly after a while, his voice low near her ear so it wouldn't carry on the wind.

Luna immediately pulled back on the reins. The warhorse slowed smoothly with its powerful muscles bunching as it came to a halt without a single whinny or stomp.

It stood perfectly still like dark silhouette against the slightly less dark ground with its breath puffing out in white clouds in the cold nightly air.

"I see it," Allen said while pointing vaguely into the blackness ahead. The faint glow of the campfires was barely a blur of light, but it was somewhat visible. "There's the outpost. I say we should go the rest of the way on foot from here."

"I was about to suggest the same thing," Luna whispered back with her voice tight with focus.

Allen slid off the horse's back with his boots landing silently on the cold and damp grass. Luna followed, swinging her leg over the saddle with a practiced and refined grace.

She reached into a pouch on her saddle and pulled out a sturdy wooden stake with a metal ring attached to it.

With a few quick and strong movements she drove the pointed stake deep into the hard earth and ensured it was secure. She then took the horse's thick leather reins and looped them securely through the ring, giving the horse a gentle pat on the neck.

It lowered its head, understanding that now it was meant to wait patiently.

"Stay low," Luna murmured, her voice barely a breath.

The two of them then quietly began moving away from the dark shape of the horse and melting into the deeper shadows cast by the uneven ground.

They crept forward slowly with their movements careful and avoidant of anything that might draw attention in any way.

Allen followed Luna's lead while mimicking her silent walk while using the uneven ridges of the ground for cover.

"How many guards can you see?" Luna asked with her voice being a ghost of a sound right next to his ear.

Allen glanced at the drone feed again, zooming in on the main entrance area.

Still four at the gate and I guess that's one walking the near wall, another heading towards the back.

"Looks like four or five at the main gate," he whispered back.

"Maybe more patrolling the walls, although it's kind of hard to tell from this angle. The whole place is surrounded by that wooden wall."

"But well, it's not like we'll be going through the main gate anyway," Allen remarked, and then signaled Luna to follow him.

They continued their slow and painstaking approach while flanking wide to the left and putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the guarded entrance.

Every shadow seemed to hold a potential threat at this point and every gust of wind sounded like an approaching footstep.

After another few minutes of crawling and low running that was followed by long pauses to listen and observe, they reached a point where the faint moonlight illuminated the walls in front of them.

They were not almost a kilometer away from the gate where the guards were keeping watch.

They were now reaching near the walls and Luna could now clearly see the flickering light of the campfires spilling over the top of the walls just a few yards away.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of climbing this?" Luna asked when she noticed Allen had stopped in his tracks with the wooden wall in front of them.

The logs forming the wall weren't just cut flat. They had been effectively sharpened into vicious sharp points, creating a jagged and uneven line against the night sky waiting to impale anyone foolish enough to try climbing them.

And worse, the sharpened tops were smeared thick with something dark and lumpy which was reeking faintly even from this distance.

"If you were planning to climb, that's a bad idea," Luna stated quietly. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the faint smell drifting down from the wall.

"Those points are sharp enough to tear you open. And they cover them in filth, with animal and human dung or rotten food or whatever waste they have. If you slip and cut yourself then even a small wound will get infected. It's a common trick. We use it on our own walls too."

Allen looked at the disgusting and wickedly sharp wall then back at Luna in the dim light. A small smirk touched his lips that was barely visible in the shadows.

"Don't worry," he whispered back. "Climbing wasn't the plan."

He focused his thoughts inward, blocking out the cold and the darkness along with the faint smell of decay.

System. Show me the shop.