Three weeks later from the alliance creation, Vert, Tchelwirth and all one hundred ten demons went out to attack the first camp established by the war-hungry demons.
The first camp was half a month of travel away. Along the way, they grouped up with other demons that didn't want to take over Leyta. The demon count had reached one thousand six hundred forty after a week of travelling.
The evening sun was shining just above the mountains in the distance, blinding the entire battalion. The surrounding area was lush with greenery and there was a small river flowing nearby.
'This seems like a good place to camp for the night,' Vert thought to himself.
Thelwirth, as if reading Vert's mind, said to the demons:
"Alright, let's make camp here, men! We'll resume at the break of dawn, so get ple
