Akin to the howl of wolves, the horns that had been played to signal a moving army from the North to stop, as the one who led them turns his horse to face the soldiers afoot.
[????]: "Halt! We'll set up our camp here. This place is better than those forests near the river. Earth Mages, erect walls for our fortresses!"
Lifting what seems to be a staff, the army that spanned miles and miles began to split up into four groups in such an organized manner, with each front row beginning to cast magic that created bricks from the soil, and the next row arrange it and build a wall.
That same pattern repeated again and again until four small square towering fortresses were built at each corner, and the next were the walls to connect each corner and create a space for them to set up a secure encampment.
[????]: "What an organized army you have, Ilias."
