The sun shone down on the parched earth of the Burning Sands. Dust clouds danced in the distance, mirroring the restless energy of the assembled army. Six thousand strong, a coalition of Ereia's New Royal Army and the brutal efficiency of Khao'khen's Yohan First Horde remnants, prepared for the assault.
Dhug'mhar, his playful gaze grim under the harsh sunlight, adjusted the straps of his helmet. Beside him, Haguk, his warg growling low, mirrored the orcish chieftain's intensity.
"The scouts report minimal resistance," Haguk rumbled, his voice a low growl. His warg shifted restlessly, muscles rippling beneath its thick hide.
"Minimal resistance does not mean no resistance at all," Dhug'mhar countered, his voice sharp. "These bandits are desperate. They will fight like cornered animals."
