Alaric's Assault On Trostan (2)

Alaric and his army of automatons, as well as Barry and Sarah, were marching towards the Trostan Kingdom. Alaric could feel his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. He, of course, had never ruled a nation before, and he had no idea how to create one. Announcing to his now closest subordinates was not going to make other nations acknowledge his.

'Then again, I'm not aiming to be acknowledged by other nations, but by the people.'

The clanging steps of the metal hitting the ground resounded behind him as each step; the automatons took shook the ground.

Alaric had been marching for a week now with several hundred automatons behind him.

He smiled to himself, Alaric had been able to cut the time for making one automaton to ten minutes. But he couldn't seem to get any quicker.

'I guess that's my limit.'

"Hey Alaric, I see the walls of a village up ahead," Barry said as they were marching.