Five days had passed since the construction of the decoy base began. The base was finished now. It truly resembled a small goblin-style village with a wooden spike wall surrounding its perimeter.
Except the huts were human-sized, of course.
However, the entire location was currently deserted. Not a single soul lay within the walls.
Midas and his gang of goblins had started their journey to Sergalas's Cavern a few days earlier. They were steadily approaching the Vineral mountain range in the east.
Several miles north, Erho's army marched closer.
He remained at the forefront of the stampede, a general of the fleet.
Out of nowhere, another orc riding a half wolf, half hyena hybrid beast approached from the south.
Erho narrowed his eyes, raising his right hand as the entire force of white orcs behind him instantly stopped marching and remained in place.
As the orc arrived at his orc-beast's feet, Erho hopped off the beast and walked closer.
