General Trakaros followed after the guards that took the poor servant away. There was still a few hours left before the first light shines upon the expanse of the vast desert, tired and covered in blood, the old general went to wash himself and headed straight towards his new quarters as his previous quarters was taken by the duke.
When morning came, the duke's favored commander went towards his master to hear his general direction for the war. He knew that securing victory over their foes was already possible with the amount of warriors that he could utilized even if the upstart army of the Darkhariss family enlisted the aid of the orcs. 'If they bleed… They die.' That was what was running inside the head of the old general but he had to admit that dealing with those warmongering creatures is troublesome.
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