Bang!

The table split into two pieces, scattering wooden splinters and food.

“You stupid bastards! So you’re telling me that you ran with your tail between your legs!?”

“Hieek!”

Baltai’s anger caused the survivors of the massacre to fall flat on the floor. A small portion of the soldiers had managed to escape from the elven warriors of the Red Moon Valley.

“How many days did 1,000 soldiers spend looking for a single fucking person? You worthless pieces of scum! You’re no better than a damned mealworm!”

Baltai grabbed a bottle of alcohol and threw it with an angry shout.

Shatter!

One of the soldiers on the floor died instantly after the bottle smashed down on his head. He wasn’t even able to let out a scream. However, the rest of the survivors did not dare move an inch. They kowtowed even lower while wetting their pants.

“Fuck…!”

“E, excuse me, boss, but…”

Baltai was about to erupt in fury once more when a company captain spoke up in a cautious voice.

“What?”

The man flinched when he felt the blazing eyes of Baltai move towards him, then continued after hurriedly bowing his head.

“Those who attacked the trackers are most likely the elves living in the Great Forest. Listening to the lizardmen’s description of the attackers, their appearance was very similar to the elves.”

“So?”

“Well, uh, t, the elves...