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"... Run! The Orcs are coming!"

"Westland has fallen! Even Wind Whisper City has been massacred, everyone in the city has been killed! Run!"

...

Various cries mixed with hurried footsteps, disrupting the silence of the small town.

Black smoke rose with the flames into the sky, as the air smelt of scorched rice.

On a hill outside the town, Queen Midela stood beside her carriage, looking down at the chaotic town and at the fields consumed by flames. She turned to Marquis Garcia beside her and asked:

"This was your arrangement, wasn't it?"

Marquis Garcia nodded, without denial:

"Yes. Before we retreated from the Sky Breaking Mountain Range, I dispatched people to spread rumors in Westland, hoping that the commoners would evacuate in advance, but sadly... the impact was not so good."

Queen Midela laughed: "Now it works much better in the Crimson Flame Territory."