"Count, the Holy Mountain of the Troll Empire is just ahead."
Colin reined in his war horse, squinted his eyes, and gazed at the towering mountain range ahead. He nodded and said,
"Have we confirmed the whereabouts of the White Wolf Witch King?"
"Confirmed. The White Wolf Witch King is accompanied by only a hundred and thirty Wolf Cavalry soldiers. They ascended the mountain early this morning. Our scout cavalry have scoured the surrounding hundred kilometers several times and found no other troll armies."
Colin nodded with satisfaction, "Good, let's wait here at the foot of the mountain for the White Wolf Witch King to finish his last ceremony in peace."
"Yes, sir."
The army continued to advance, but the orderly officer was quickly back in front of Colin, reporting:
"Count, a troll has appeared at the base of the mountain ahead."
"One?" Colin asked in confusion, looking at the orderly officer. "A scout?"
