A few hours later they were on the outskirts of the trenches,as they did a group of soldiers were limping pass them covered in injuries, bruises and blood. "You three are mercs aren't you " One of them asks as they faced the trio.

"We are" Replied Azam flashing his sword towards the soldiers. "Thank god" murmerd one of the other soldiers, who was even more severly injuried then the first one.

As they left, the trio enter the trenches.It was filled and covered in feces,rumble from missed spells from the orcs and removed bodies which acted as a sort of food for the ever growing population of rats in the trenches.As they navigated throughout the trenches the atmosphere was more and more intense.There was constant shouts and chants of spells in a wide array of types, from common types such as water, to rare types such as sound.

After a while, the trio managed to get to and find the center of command for the trenches.Which were a bunch of indivual buildings connected by multiple external hallways, behind the trenches.As they enter the main building, it was estatic, soldiers were  rushing back and forth sending infomation and messages being sent by messanger-hounds,which are slim and fast wolf-dogs who were trained to send messages across trenches and long distances.

As they reached the reception of the centre, Azam steped up and stated "Me and my friends are mercs, and are on a mission, we are meant to be debriefed by commader thomas, we were sent by captain dagger of the cross border mercenary group"