"What? Does someone want to attack the village? Who would even want a village among the snowy hills?" Evan asked, puzzled.
He liked the area. It was cold in the north, and everything was covered in snow and even ice blocks. It was calm and quiet here, no one wanted to hold any events in places like this, at least not out in the open. He didn't expect anyone to want to attack a village somewhere on the outskirts of the kingdom.
Virion shook his head, "The thing is, this village is not far from Darkfil. Many light organizations assume that one of our bases is here. But, they don't dare to attack, they know they will die. Even if they use enough power to destroy us, we will be helped by our friendly dark organizations, one of which is the Demonic Tree. They don't want to take that risk. A simple battle will escalate into a war in which they will lose."
"They want to use this village to set up some base here and prepare for battle?" Evan asked.