The robbers formed a long serpentine line as they traversed the ancient, barbaric path, led by the sharp-sighted Green Demons. Their skin had naturally taken on the withered yellow hue of the sprawling grassy plains they travelled through. The Salt Demons, their skin resembling moving rocks, fell in at the rear.
At the center of the procession were Musketeer slaves to serve as food, five carriages laden with spoils of war, and about twenty captive war horses.
The barren hills were a distinct feature in the Donau Wasteland. As the Green and Salt Demon robbers traversed the ancient path flanked by two barren hills, they couldn't help but break into cheers at the sight of the Troll Barren Hills - imposing like towering skulls.
They inhaled the fresh yet cold air, forcing their eyes open to gaze at the magnificent Razor Mountain revealed by the morning sun from behind the barren hills, towering into the clouds and bathed in a golden halo, resembling the mythical mountain of the Gods.
