"Honorable chieftain, up ahead is the Barren Mountains. It marks the boundary between the Black Forest and the Poison Dragon Swamp," Rune said, his voice trembling slightly as he pointed toward the looming mountain range.
"A group of Trolls lives here. They're quite powerful, and even my chieftain hasn't been able to conquer them."
Rune, who had lost a leg, was being carried by Earthshaker like a sack of grain. As they approached the Barren Mountains, Rune's eyes brightened, and a flicker of hope sparked in his otherwise deadened heart.
"Chieftain, once we cross this mountain, we'll be in the Poison Dragon Swamp, the territory of the Swamp Rats."
Orion looked up, gazing at the Barren Mountains. The range stretched from north to south, gradually rising in height. The area they were in was just the foothills, not particularly high.
"Keep moving forward. Ignore the Trolls," Orion said calmly, his voice carrying through the group, showing no concern.
