“I will be waiting for you on the other side! Kuwuuuuughhhh!”

The Red God of War let loose one last deafening roar to decorate the end of his life, a life filled with blood and battles, but also joy and happiness.

It was then.

Boooooooooo…!

A faint sound of long trumpets resonated in everyone’s ears. It felt surreal, almost as if it were mere hallucinations.

*** 

“…..”

Count Louvre’s eyes trembled as he looked back towards the orc warrior after crossing the bridge. Hundreds of men had been seriously injured or killed because of the crazy orc and three others. Of course, it was less than 10% of the total troops, but the important thing was that there were only four enemies.

“How dare you, you dog-like orc…”

The words that flowed from his lips were unbefitting his status as a great noble of the empire. It was an unwritten rule to not use underhanded tactics such as ambushes in this type of war, a battle between two different noble families.

The standard was to exchange messengers to greet each other and to state their conditions before beginning the battles. 

Even if they won the war, the side that employed a surprise attack would be regarded as cowards by others, and they would not escape harsh criticism and condemnation by the aristocratic...