Tarrar trembled in fear for his life when he saw an entire army with full gear was waiting for him.
Their numbers stretched on and on beyond the horizon armed with swords, shields, bows, halberds. At the back, divisions of magicians were at the ready with their magic staff. They were prepared to bombard them with magic.
They surrounded the hill from all sides, making it impossible to escape without fighting a tough battle. Even the sky was not left without thousands of dragon riders with spears and bows.
"Heretics!" A captain stepped forwards and called out. "You dare to come here and stain this holy land with your presence and foul breath. The fact that we allow you to step in our divine land should make you grateful enough. But you dare to step over the boundary and make a plan for your escape. For that you deserve to be punished."
Armaita clicked her tongue. "Is this the kind of people that I am making business with?"