Orc army approaching

Henry wiped the green blood from his blade and cracked his neck, the muscles of his body still taut from the fight.

The valley, littered with orc corpses, seemed quiet now.

Everyone was quietly catching their breath, saying little.

Maxime stepped into the middle of the mercenary group, his aura beginning to fade as he deactivated his talent, but the strong impression he gave off remained and drew everyone's gaze.

He was also the only person who had no bloodstains on him and who hadn't had his armor damaged.

"Don't forget to take the ears of these orcs as evidence in case the Count doesn't believe us, as we did at the village of VentBois."

"Those ears are very valuable."

Jean, who was particularly tired, suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Chief, we'd better get out of here fast."

Everyone looked at Jean suspiciously, including Maxime.

Suddenly, a distant thud was heard.

An eerie echo, like the steady beat of a giant drum.