"I am Ulric. I have come to send you all a message from my Great Chieftain," Ulric said with pride. "Now that the war has ended, he is inviting all of you to bear witness to the aftermath of this conflict. I will lead the way, so please, follow behind me."
Vlad looked at Ulric in surprise. He had heard this warrior's name more than once. They said he was the Chieftain of the Alborin Tribe, which had recently risen to fame.
"Uncle, he said we should follow him." Vlad looked at the middle-aged man beside him. "Are we not going?"
"Of course, we will go, Young Lord," Zed replied. "Please, stay close to me. The rest of you, protect the Young Lord with your lives."
""Yes, Sir!""
Twenty warriors surrounded Vlad and Zed as they started to follow Ulric.
Gundar, Marcus, and the Grimhowl Tribe followed behind them.
Since the other tribes didn't want to be left out, they also started moving.
After a few minutes of traveling through the forest, a gruesome sight appeared before them.
