Storm was in front of them, bending over the horseback and guiding the direction.
Orc felt lucky that Storm had a good sense of direction, but he also hoped that this tough journey wouldn't be too long.
The day was about to break. Orc didn't think it was a good thing, because they could be found far away, while the opinion of the storm was exactly the opposite. If the guards stopped them, the magic power of the elf would be much weaker in the daytime than at night.
Of course, they still had soldiers to deal with.
The storm heard chasing behind him horns, screams from afar, and occasionally the roars of the ride. He had thought that the storm had a detailed plan, instead of just escaping.
But it was not the case now.
Storm was not a brave man. He only knew to do what he said was right.
The sky gradually turned from black to grey, which was the kind of misty grey - morning mist.