Small barren hills were numerous, and they were currently occupied by the enemy.
At the moment, a fishing port located at the riverside was surrounded by groups of barbarians, leaving no gaps between their ranks.
They began to slowly march their way over the former, while echoing the drums of their weapons. One could feel the thick battle intent spreaded through the air, signifying the advent of incoming bloodshed.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The moment the battle cry had started, there were only minutes until the barbarians would charge in on the port.
From inside one of the dilapidated wooden houses, Tristan and the others were watching all of these happening. He looked at his companions and said, "This is it, guys… the enemy is approaching. We don't have the leisure to wait anymore. You all need to choose, lay down here and hope they won't kill you or fight with me and hope to die standing!"
