George didn't seem entirely satisfied with the decision. Terry didn't care, but he wondered why… his suspicions senses were tingling. Still, one hour passed in the blink of an eye, and then they began to move toward the enemy base.
The number of enemies coming from the direction they were heading in increased, but not that much. It seems that the trolls truly didn't want to leave their base unguarded for one reason or the other.
The more they approached, the more the group felt like their bones were freezing. As the group walked through the frozen land, a strong and icy wind began to blow around them. It felt like they were caught in the middle of a swirling snowstorm, with snowflakes pelting their faces and blurring their vision. The biting cold pierced through their clothing, causing their bodies to shiver uncontrollably.
