They could smell the stench in the distance and it was difficult to figure out which one was the strongest, the acrid thick smoke rising from the trees in the forest that they set aflame or the foul stench of the slowly-decaying bodies of the dead beyond and within the walls of their camp.
The Ereians had managed to repel the latest assault by the Albernans and their allies yet again. Commander Nassor listened to the panicked screams of their enemies as the cavalry led by Viscount Redore chased them through the grassy fields down below.
The old commander had no qualms in giving back the grounds that they have gained after their crossing into the territory of the Albernans but with the river which served as the border between the two kingdoms just behind them now, he must no longer retreat or else their enemies would start swarming in to Ereia.
He must keep the war within the lands of the Albernans.