Feast
The battle was finally over, with the conclusion of the barbarians' complete defeat.
Chiwwilkkk!!! Chiwwikll! Chiwwikkl!!
The surviving green-skinned orcs were shouting their lungs out, roaring their battle cries to the skies, as they celebrated the victory of today's battle. From the clamor and raucous coming from them, one could tell they were extremely ecstatic about their victory.
Tristan returned to the line with a figure following right behind him, his newest addition to his collection of blood puppets, the barbarian woman.
Some of the orcs watched Tristan with weird gazes when they saw the enemy unexpectedly following calmly behind him, but most of them did not really care. Otherwise, they wouldn't be shouting like maniacs at the moment.
They had seen what Tristan did in the battle, and his prowess were worthy of their admiration. Hence, they began chanting his name, in their own language.
"Golug!! Golug!! Golug!!"