Meanwhile, the Murim Alliance's plans were executed, the Red Fang Battalion were moving like a passing storm through the forest. They were fifty men, elite warriors, each of them was hardened killers.
Their leader, Commander Jang Mu-Yeon was riding at the front of the pack, his crimson armor was shining in the dim light.
A scout had approached, bowing. "Sir, I have noticed that the Blackwood Mountain has been fortified. They look like they are preparing for battle."
Jang Mu-Yeon replied with a smirk. "Good. That just means that they know what's coming to them."
He turned around to face his second in command, a man that was known only as Iron Fang.
"We will proceed to strike at dawn."
Iron Fang merely gave a nod. "And if they resist?"
Jang Mu-Yeon's smirk had widened. "Then we will do what they did to their village, burn them to the ground."
Back at Blackwood Mountain, the torches were flashing and blinking in the cold wind.
