By the time Herad set foot on the coast of the Wetlands, the sun was about to set.
Looking at the wretched mud all around, he used his remaining mana to raise the ground a little, then gave it an initial hardening, making it dry and firm.
This way, the army would not have to camp in the Wetlands' miserable conditions.
As the soldiers crossed the bridge one after another, they saw the dry, level ground before them and expressed their gratitude to Herad.
Marching and camping in the Wetlands was absolutely the worst experience!
Especially in this western part of the region.
Since the terrain was lower in the west, water from Loch Modan's mountain reservoir flowed this way, creating countless waterlogged hollows.
Finding a patch of dry ground here was therefore utterly impossible!
The vast majority of the region consisted of mud covered in vegetation.
Even the passable roads were mostly a muddy mess.
This magically created patch of dry ground was a treasure for land creatures!
In fact, once Dalaran's mages arrived, they too could create dry ground like this.
But Herad possessed the Doomhammer, which made casting earth spells twice as effective for half the effort, so taking care of it along the way was only natural.
The murlocs lurking nearby saw this and abandoned the idea of attacking the enemy on dry ground.
As the dominant creatures of the Wetlands, the murlocs had brought down many orcs.
But without the advantage of muddy ground, creatures like murlocs, shorter than dwarves and with spindly limbs, would only be courting death by attacking.
These creatures knew their own limits well and decided to wait until the army moved out tomorrow to show these invaders the might of the kings of the Wetlands!
With no murlocs coming to