For the next ten minutes, Dominic and Wilkes followed the main group silently, watching for signs that the enemy had changed directions.
Then, they heard them.
"Acolyte, are your troops in order? We attack in the morning, and nothing can go wrong. You know the cost of another failure." A deep voice declared.
"Yes, Grand Elder. We will not fail. Will you be with us for the battle?" A younger man's voice asked.
"I will be with the war trolls. If I am not there to keep them enthralled, there is a chance they will turn on us the moment they spot a dragonkin." The deep voice declared.
Wilkes turned to Dominic, who was crouched in the underbrush next to him. Dominic shrugged. The man wasn't wrong. Trolls were loyal, and the Dragon King had allowed them to have entire villages within the country during his reign.
They had been run out by Dagos, and their villages burnt. So, they would only work for a Dagos aligned army under magical compulsion.
