Faith Breaker (Part 1)

Bargrux hummed a merry tune amongst the slaughter as his goat trotted along the main road. Civilians peered from their windows at his passing, watching the mighty dwarven sea of steel as it passed by. 'As I thought, it seems like they have nothing left to throw at us. We should be able to reach the next city before night falls.'

Bargrux nodded to himself, pleased with the dwarven show of power. However, that was when he heard it. A great cry echoed out from the area near the temple. Then the sounds of battle followed it.

'Hm? What's going on over there?' He stroked his beard before urging his steed onward.

The army behind him broke into a sprint to catch up. Many dwarven captains called for him to slow down, fearing the enemy would catch him in a trap. However, Bargrux's blood boiled at the thought of a worthy battle. So he paid them no mind. The road was long, so it took him a few minutes to reach the site of the commotion.