Are You Scared?!

"Harold, it's your turn." Sous' face fell. He felt terrible. This wasn't supposed to happen. How could it happen?

Everyone saw what Sous was doing and turned to look at Harold. Harold looked at Sous and then at the pistol in his hand. He gritted his teeth.

If this shot were to land, she would definitely die.

Harold watched as the gun was handed over to her. She was in bad spirits.

When Sous fired a shot and there were no sounds, she realized that something was wrong.

Her eyes widened.

Her face was filled with disbelief!

Why?

Why did it become like this?

She did not understand. She really did not understand how it had become like this!

Sous had gotten the first shot, and he stole that one-sixth chance of survival!

What was going to happen next?

It was her turn!

Sous handed her the revolver. He was not at all afraid that she would pick it up and snatch it from him. He hoped that Harold would have the courage to shoot him.

However, when he handed it over,

Harold took a step back.

Her face was pale. She was afraid of death!

Her mind was in a mess.

It was a mess. The only rational thought in her head was to tell her that there was a bullet in this shot. If she fired it, she would definitely die. There was not even a one-sixth chance of survival.

She could not die!

She did not want to die yet!

Her head told her that she was alive. Still alive!

"I… I…" At that moment, Harold could not complete a sentence. She could only say it. It was not that she was unwilling, but she did not want to die. This shot would definitely mean death. The next bullet would definitely be fired.

"Then, please."

Sous smiled and gave her a "please" gesture. As for whether there were other women in there, who knew?

"Continue!"

"Continue!"

"Continue!"

…

At this moment, the ones who were making a ruckus were the Beastmen. Their roars shook the skies as their spirits surged. Because of Sous, their spirits had reached an unprecedented peak.

These were all beastmen who had been on the battlefield before. The moment their bloodlust erupted, it was simply earth-shattering.

The group of bandits was so oppressed by this terrifying aura that they could not speak. Even their legs started to go soft.

Previously, they had been a group of people joking around. Now, they were the ones who were scared to death, and pissing in their pants.

Their companions were in no mood to laugh at these people because they were quite frightened at this moment. Many of them even almost knelt down as their legs trembled.

They were just a bunch of bandits who had never experienced a battlefield before. They could bully ordinary people, but if they encountered a real army, they would die.

They did not have such awareness before. They thought that this was just a group of beastmen. But now, they were afraid.

The beastmen only roared angrily, yet they found it difficult to withstand such a monstrous aura.

Harold's went even more pale as she watched the revolver in front of her. Sous took a step forward and she took a step back.

She refused to accept it.

Unable to bear Sous' coaxing, she covered her ears in fright and crouched down, shouting:

"I… forfeit. I don't want to bet anymore. I don't want to die."

Sous was helpless.

Sighing.

How could this be?

Why don't you dare?

"Sous?"

Mercy asked him what he should do next.

Sous nodded.

Mercy understood what he meant and immediately called for people to capture Harold. Harold could only surrender. At this moment, she had already lost her will to fight. In front of this group of ferocious Orcs, she could not have any thoughts of resisting.

"Victory!"

Mercy laughed loudly and shouted.

The Orcs Tribe laughed along.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

…

Sous was in the crowd. He watched all of this calmly and smiled. That's what he did. Every time. He watched quietly from the sidelines.

After the excitement and joy passed, the beastmen did not have anything more to say.

Since they were friends now, there was no need to be polite.

After announcing their victory, Mercy worked hard to raise their morale. They hadn't lost a single person, but they had managed to settle today's matter. At this moment, the beastman soldiers were all in high spirits.

They were now part of the same faction, from the same tribe. They believed in Mercy unconditionally because they believed in Sous.

They did not spend a lot of time going up the mountain all the way to the current victory. In fact, the time spent was very little. If they were to calculate specifics, most of their time would be spent on travelling.

And the person who had allowed this quick victory was Sous. The human. The human who had been working so hard for the Orcs.

In the eyes of the Orcs now, Sous held a different composure. But they did not really trust Sous yet. After all, he wasn't an Orc but a human. It was impossible for them to trust a human completely.

However, there was no need to think too much now. They were to enjoy the fruits of their victory, and so they should do so wholeheartedly.

Previously, they had seen and heard the conversation between Sous and Mercy. Didn't that touching conversation mean that there would be an additional meal tonight?

When the soldiers slowly quieted down, Mercy's gaze landed on the group of people on the tower.

He coughed coldly.

A group of people who had already been defeated before even fighting, no, they were not even worthy of being defeated. They were just a gang of mobsters.

The next moment, they left.

As for Harold, no one bothered with her. Some of the Orcs threw her on their shoulders and carried her away.

Sous left under the protection of a group of people. He did not need protection when he came. At this time, it did not matter to Sous whether he needed protection or not.

"Sous, tonight, I will treat you to wine and meat. You are my first friend, you are my brother." Mercy laughed maniacally. His laughter was loud, but hearty.

"Okay." Sous didn't say much. Speaking of eating, Sous could not help but think of the Engraved Beast. "I would like to have a taste of the Engraved Beast? The meat of Demon Beasts isn't bad for humans, right?"

"The meat of Engraved Beasts is all natural. It is said that this beast has the bloodline of a vicious beast, and it has a spirit within it. If we eat its meat, we will receive the spirit held within. Perhaps it even holds the foundations of swordsmen and magicians." Mercy took a gulp. "The meat of the Demon Beast is actually very expensive. It's hard to get your hands on it even if you have a thousand gold coins. Even the royal family would find it hard. On the other hand, our Beastman Tribe will occasionally eat it every year."

"That's amazing?" Sous was not doubtful, hearing Mercy's words. But was it really that amazing?