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Alan and Sara rode their horses, traversing the winding mountain path towards The Saridoro Wilderness. The scenery along the way was filled with wild beauty, but also exuded a sense of desolation and loneliness. Alan felt heavy-hearted, his gaze sometimes staring into the distance, sometimes pondering his plans.
On horseback, Sara turned to Alan with a hint of curiosity and concern on her face, "If we successfully gain the support of the The Saridoro Wilderness tribe, what do you plan to do? What is the next step in our action plan?"
Alan furrowed his brows slightly and after a moment of contemplation, replied, "Once we gain the support of the Saridoro tribe, we will have a sufficiently powerful force. But we cannot act impulsively based solely on strength; we need a more strategic plan."
Alan gazed at the road ahead with determination, "The city of Oreston will be our first target for counterattack."
Sara smiled slightly, seeming somewhat curious: "Is this due to personal grievances, or are there other strategic considerations?"
Alan gently stroked the mane of his horse and replied solemnly, "Both. But to be honest, personal grievances weigh more heavily. Especially towards Bishop Asa and that damn Baron Morgan!"
His voice revealed deep resentment and anger, but at the same time, there was also a calm calculation. "Alan" continued, "The city of Oreston is not only closely related to my past, but it is also one of the important cities of The Kingdom of Asturias. From here, we can gradually expand our influence and ultimately achieve our goal."
"Alan" spoke with determination, his eyes showing a thoughtful gleam. "Capturing the city of Oreston is significant for us. Firstly, it is an economic stronghold with an important port. This port is a crucial channel for supplying food from the southern region to the north. Once we control it, we will be able to have a major impact on the kingdom's economy and supply lines."
He paused for a moment and continued, "Secondly, the city of Oreston is the holy site of the God of Happiness, and as the Duke blessed by the God of Happiness, Baron Morgan holds a significant position and influence. If we can defeat him, it will not only undermine the prestige of the God of Happiness but also greatly inspire the entire resistance movement."
Alan had a determined look on his face, and his words were filled with strategic depth and future planning. "Occupying Oreston is not only for my personal revenge but also a major victory for the entire resistance movement. It will become a crucial stronghold in our fight against Four Symbols and their followers."
Sara's eyes flashed with a hint of admiration after listening. "Your thinking is very clear, Alan. If this strategy can succeed, it will be a crucial step for us to fight against The Sacred Church. We need to plan carefully and be prepared to face the challenges ahead."
The two continued to advance on the mountain path, filled with plans and preparations for the future battles. Every step was taken with determination and decisiveness, because they knew that this was not just for personal revenge, but for the freedom and justice of the entire Riviera Continent.
Alan and Sara continued their journey, the sound of hooves on the mountain path creating a rhythmic beat. As they descended into a downhill section, the surrounding scenery gradually became desolate. Once lush land was now covered in a blanket of dust, indicating that the edge of The Saridoro Wilderness was close at hand.
Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped up a cloud of dust and sent it flying in their direction. Alan and Sara had to lower their heads to avoid the direct impact of the dust on their faces. The hot wind carried a dry scent, as if it were the breath of this wilderness, signaling some kind of welcome or challenge to their arrival.
Alan tightened his coat around him to protect himself from the onslaught of sand dust. His gaze pierced through the gradually dissipating sand, focusing on what lay ahead. The sight of The Saridoro Wilderness filled his heart with solemnity; everything here exuded desolation and grandeur, a stark contrast to the slave life he was familiar with.
In this desolation, Sara appeared remarkably composed. Her wizard's robe fluttered gently in the wind, and her eyes seemed to shimmer with curiosity and the spirit of exploration for this new environment.
"It looks like we are getting close to the border of The Saridoro Wilderness," Sara's voice was somewhat muffled by the wind and sand, but Alan could still hear her clearly.
As they continued forward, a strong wind whipped up a sandstorm. Alan and Sara had to bury their faces in their collars to avoid the onslaught of fine sand. Alan felt the sensation of the sand grains hitting his clothes, which was not just a physical touch, but also felt like a test of their will by this wilderness.
In the midst of the sandstorm, Alan's thoughts drifted. He recalled the pain and helplessness of his past life as a slave, sharply contrasting with the vast and challenging wilderness before him. He knew that embarking on this path of revenge meant facing greater challenges and unknown dangers, but his heart was filled with determination and resolve.
By his side, Sarah maintained her usual calm and confidence. Her magic seemed to resonate particularly well with the atmosphere of the wilderness. Her gaze was fixed ahead, seemingly evaluating and planning the next course of action.
The wind and sand gradually subsided, and the front view became clear. Alan looked up and saw the vast The Saridoro Wilderness, where there was no green, only sand and rocks. But to him, this place was the beginning of a new life and revenge.
" The Saridoro Wilderness, a land full of challenges," Alan muttered softly. His heart was filled with anticipation for the future and memories of the past. He knew that this would be their first step in resisting the oppression of The Kingdom of Asturias.
Alan and Sarah continue their journey, leaving a clear trail of hoof prints in the sandy desert, as if they were opening a whole new chapter on this wilderness.
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