In a forest covered in untouched snow, a group of soldiers slowly advanced. They all walked without worry, even though they were alert, they did not have many concerns about their destination.
"Where are we going first?" asked a vampire.
"I don't know, it doesn't matter. They will welcome us like kings when they find out who sent us."
"Captain, you're right, ha ha ha," he laughed loudly. "We'll have high-quality blood of any kind. We'll finish off the reserves of those little nobles." With a smile that could touch the clouds, the vampire continued moving through the undergrowth, continuing on his way.
Everyone was focused on reaching the nearest town in the territory.
"Too much brush," after a while, a vampire complained about the pile of brush. At one point, the vampire looked at his captain. Before flying a little above the air, avoiding the brush that was in the way.
