50,000 soldiers with a shining knight enter Paleste’s field. The lord Rheamor, Uren’s uncle, had asked 5,000 arrow men to enter.
“My Lord, you are great as the beacon himself.”
“Careful now, knight. I despise lackeys. We are good yet not worthy of beating that blood-sucking creep.”
“Then why have we gathered such a large army?”
“We need to stop Doherty. He has 100,000 soldiers back and Sieste is with him. We need more soldiers. The Baron Sandro of Sensia has a daughter who believes to be the destiny of the magic lands.”
“ So we have to ask the baron then?”
“He will be at the battle?”
“Yes, I heard they have some 15,000 soldiers. That could be used to us.”
“We do, knight McGraw. Yet, we do have to conquer Doherty’s lands.”
“These are supernatural enemies we are facing, my Lord. How
