Demons were flying in the air. They are scouting the route of their army.
In the forest, there were some people who were wearing black robes and hoods. One of them was Ivy. They were magicians of the kingdom. They were hiding beyond the senses of the demons. When the demons flew away, they started moving toward a particular site.
The demon's army kept marching. Their vanguard were tall, muscular hobgoblins wearing armor that covered their whole body. They were called Crazter. Each crazter was riding a wudex.
Bermol was standing on a tree when the demons that scouted the route were coming back one after another. "How is it?"
"Sir, we did not sense any exonn or magician."
Bermol chuckled, then he turned around and looked at the army behind them. "Tell them to increase the marching speed."
A demon was about to fly, but arrows suddenly rained from hills on both sides of the road.
