“I think we have to hurry. I can already feel it. The atmosphere that only appears when a war is starting.” Renas said as he runs along the road with Valentine and Torn. “I know. I can feel it as well.” Torn added. Renas then turns to Valentine and see that he is not in any state to be fighting and needs to rest. “I already told him to rest but this thousand year old man doesn’t really like to listen to suggestions. Is that how all the kings are?” he thinks to himself as they tread the roads quickly.
“Fire!” arrows in the number of tens rain down on the orcs but they have come prepared with shields made of iron to deflect the incoming arrows from the elves. “They came prepared. Those shields are annoying.” One of the elven officer complained after wasting a set of arrows. “
