The days had been hot and the men were getting irritated. They had been tailing a group of elves for two weeks now. Two of his darkblood brethren were discussing how disgusting the elves were. Their pointy ears were an abomination. How they lived for so long defied their god. Even the way they move was unnatural. Always light and glided across the ground without much sounds. Their culture was so foreign and their language was too strange. The men were as feminine as the women, but damn hard to kill. He sighed. There was too much talk and not enough momentum. The trail was difficult at best to find. Hevran didn't really hate the elves at least not as a race. He hated them as an enemy of his empire. Nothing more. He was merely a soldier following orders. It was strange for him to see how the others viewed them as lesser beings or even unholy beings. He was not a pious man, but he had never seen any of his church's doctrine mentioning the sinfulness of being an elf. It was just another. A war that they had won after so much bloodshed. The King just had to add more work to his load by decreeing the slaughter of all elves. Hevran wouldn't of minded just enslaving them, but all out genocide. It was a daunting task. It was true that the humans outnumbered them greatly and each elven loss was a huge toll. It could be a possibility with enough effort and time. And that is why the Darkbloods were created. To find and end their existence. He was just any other soldier that just happened to be issued into this order. His military exploits were quite deserved. Hevran had ruthlessly lead men to defeat the elves in numerous battles with unorthodox methods. Known to be a keen observer and a clever tactician, he was pushed into this order. And he did his job well. Hevran had developed a awareness of how the elves think. This allowed him to find and kill many at least up until this specific group. They had almost had them several times, but each time they were about to strike, they found empty tents and campfires with no owners. It was frustrating, but he felt he was nearing once more. This time he won't fail. There were six of them in total. All of them deadly warriors and veterans of the war. Their particular group was known to be the most efficient darkbloods in the land. He peered into the forest and prepared his men.