The lines of men walking in formation stretched so far that it was impossible to see the end. Sam and Einar were the youngest ones in their unit, with everyone else towering over them. Despite being older than Sam, Einar looked his equal or even younger, with his delicate features, short red hair, and thin build. Sam was certain he had something to do with the green- and white-haired Eldoris people because the guy was equally as handsome as them.
The distance to the Dreaded Lands wasn't far, but they were stopping at all the towns and villages along the way to check if any had been affected by the Ashenvale advance units. Fortunately, they hadn't encountered any trouble yet, but it wasn't safe. They had little information about their enemies' ranks and numbers. The orders with the last report had come months ago, and by now, who knew what had happened or how far the Ashenvale forces had advanced?
