Is that young fellow still alive?"
"Only two days prior, I saw one of the bridge watchers, the person who uses a broadsword; others call him 'Sir Jaff,' could defeat two trolls by himself, I mean-"
"So you're revering one of the bandits?"
"No chance, one of those monsters killed my Uncle..., what I'm letting you know is I don't comprehend what that Hanzo can do however he'll have a hard time killing those watchers".
"I don't know whether this sounds insane yet the man's younger, three? Four? I don't know, yet I've seen his face sometime recently, no, not his face but rather the expression he gave when he said he'd succeed".
"You're probably talking about one of the princes, nobody trusted him when he was endeavoring to persuade the people he can slaughter the ogre, brought its head to the square, he wore a similar grin when everyone doubts him and when the people commended him for succeeding, I trusted him you know."
"The prince or the merchant?"
"Well... ", the man was going to keep talking when he saw the hand gesture before him.
"We're going to get nearer to the bandits' camp, so I'll acknowledge on the off chance that you end your talk," the one before him whispered.
"I apologize," he turned his attention to the person after him and made a gesture, he then kept strolling together with the others, around then the only things audible were the icy breeze blowing, the birds' trill and the men's feet smashing the dried leaves and branches. There were thirty men in the gathering; they were not framing a single line somewhat scattered but somewhat just isolated lesser than two meters from everyone.
The man who hushed the talking man was holding an ax, while the quieted has a sword, all men were carrying no less than one weapon or something to that effect, and every one of them was mediocre quality. Few swords were not honed and corroded; axes not made for cutting human's tissue but rather to cut woods, lances roped with reserved knives on end. The exemption was the sword midsection of the man in the most front, his size was most significant of the gathering, and he gazed before him with his brown colored eyes in the center.
"We're drawing near, put out the fires," the man requested.
Three men were holding lights, most left, center and most right; they promptly took after the order, murkiness overwhelms the gathering.
Regardless of whether they can scarcely observe, gleaming lights found before them.
Decisively the gathering kept strolling through the dim after under ten minutes of doing as such they, at last, could get a handle on what were the lights, lit from structures, one was in a watchtower while the other one was in a wooden house.
"I will deal with the trolls in the tower," the giant man educated the others, he took a gander at seven meters in length tower, it was unidentifiable if what number of men were on the top or regardless of whether there's any.
"I wish you good fortunes Leader Zorin."
"To all of you, I wish the same," Zorin took a gander at the men at the back of him and deliberately crawl towards the pinnacle.
"Presently we need to sit tight for Leader's signal then we target the house," the person who wished Zorin talked once more.
The others nodded in agreement.
It took two minutes of creeping to achieved the ladder of the watchtower, the others gazed at Zorin with fervor and excitement, Zorin at that point began climbing the ladder, fortunately there were no men outside the building or an open window before the tower and Zorin was not able to hear any ruckus on top of the tower.
"Now it's our turn," the others saw Zorin's figure in the highest point of the tower making a thumbs up hand, they gradually moved toward the building before them, around fifty meters separated from the woods they originated.
Zorin discharged a long moan, gazing at two men's body, their necks opened, corpses laying on the floor, between them were void cups yet Zorin still smells the strong alcohol as he strolls down the ladder.
All the twenty-nine men encompassed the house; tumult heard inside, one of the men attempted to look on a window sufficiently huge for a man's entrance, what he saw were four individuals sitting on seats, two of them were eating something while the other two were conversing with each other. They gathered at a large wooden table; there was the fifth man who opened the entryway on out.
"Where you going?", the two who were talking halted when they saw the man opened the entryway.
"Will piss," he replied.
"Try not to piss on the wall nitwit; we're bandits, not pigs, exert your filth far where we can't see or notice them," one of the men educated with a tone.
"Okay... Alright", the man signaled with his hand then kept leaving, he diverted his head from left to right,"That shrubbery may do."
The man moved toward a close-by shrubbery and brought down his pant,"Better," he discharged a murmur of joy while gushing water heard.
The sound of the breeze and his piss made him unnoticed the entities on his back.
Hummppp!
The man endeavored to state something yet the correct sounds won't come out from his mouth since his mouth covered with a type of fabric, his body quit moving when one of the Zorin's men cut his throat and after that shroud his body on the shrubbery laying on its warm piss.
"The nitwit's taking his time," one who was eating was at that point wrapped up.
"Don't trust him when he says piss, I'm sure he's taking a dump," one of the four remarked.
They stopped their different activities when they heard something a little commotion above them.
"He most likely heard us calling him a dolt."
"I'll check what it is," one of the men volunteered and exited, the others gazed at him while he turned his consideration regarding the rooftop.
"There's nothing in he-."
"What the hell!", one shouted when he saw the person who went outside get pushed by somebody.
"block the door!", one of them yelled while he gets his sword from his casing attached to a wall.
The others speedily secured the entryway with the table they merely utilized while one of them hurriedly approach the window, he turned his consideration regarding left and right, he saw nobody yet then he didn't release a sigh of relaxation when something from beneath pulled him,"Aron!", one of them saw the man getting pulled outside.
"Just ready your bow on the off chance that somebody tries to enter the window!", one of them reminded.
The individual who yelled for the man's name pulled the string of his bow, confronting the window, he can't see anything except the dark sky, and the woodland, little pieces of bread can be seen around his mouth, while the others painstakingly situated themselves.
All of a sudden they heard sounds, one resembled a door close down while the other one was a bolt discharged.
"What happened?", one saw the bowman endeavored on reloading.
"I almost shot him yet he was too fast, he shut the window, look," the bowman made a gesture.
"What the heck are they trying to do?", about a moment has passed they neglected to see any upheaval outside the house.
"This is strange.", two of them took a gander at the entryway; they merely hindered with the table like they were sitting tight to something to blast the door and move the table they moved.
"Don't tell me...", the person who was holding a sword had a panicked face.
"What the heck are you thinking about?!", every one of them saw the pale face of their comrade.
The swordsman endeavored on evacuating the table by himself,"What the hell are you doing?! We're dead if they got in", two of the men attempted to stop the swordsman, holding his arms.
"No! we need to get out!", he landed on the floor after the two pushed him.
"Shit!, we need to move this", every one of them didn't neglect to see the white smoke immersing within the house, the sound of burning wood made them freeze.
"Fuck! They blocked it from outside", in the wake of pushing the table away, they endeavored to open the door, they started pummeling their bodies, yet it didn't open on the process.
"What about the window," one kept running towards the window, he grinned after effectively opening the close window in the wake of pummeling it twice with his left shoulder.
"Crap! He's dead", the other crept down far from the open window when they saw the body of the person who opened it, lying on the floor with two bolts stuck on its body.
"So this is necessary?".
"Are you doubting Sir Zorin?", one of the bowmen outside asked back to another bowman beside him.
"Demise by flame is much painful than getting shot with bolts," he replied after he got another bolt from his quiver.
"The Trolls deserve it, you have the chance to discharge them from that painful passing, simply yell to them, 'Just exit through the window it's much better!', or something like that", the other one chuckled.
"That is the reason Sir Zorin left that open," he continued.
"Simply burn the body along them if the fire gets biggest," Zorin saw one of his men pull one of the corpses with a tremendous effort.
"Yes, Leader," the person who was dragging the body stopped and inhaled vigorously.
"Presently we just need to gather the Troll Leader's attention."