“Kuhaha! It seems like Baron half-orc is very angry.”

“He should’ve known better than to crawl into the woods and move separately from the others. How stupid. It seems that even a swordmaster’s army is no big deal.”

About a dozen beowulf warriors chuckled all together. They had just stormed through the rear of Baron Riwad’s army and killed heaps of mercenaries before making their escape, and now they were situated on treetops located hundreds of meters from the enemies.

“Anyway, thanks to the armor that the dark lord gave me, I’m not injured at all. What about the rest of you?”

“This is definitely something, all right. It feels a bit clunky when I move, but it deflected all the spears, swords, and axes.”

“You allowed yourself to be hit by those weaklings? You mutt, I would cut off my tail in shame if I were you.”

“Oh, that’s too much.”

“Hey, don’t you suddenly have a craving for meat?”

“That’s true. It must be because of how vigorously I was moving. I do feel hungry… Ugh!”

Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!

“Kugh?!”

The beowulf warriors took off their helmets and rubbed their eyes as the conversation started to veer off topic. They began hurriedly looking around with astonished expressions.

“He said that we would get water in our eyes if we messed around. It looks like he wasn’t lying.”

“Can the dark lord use magic as well?”

“The little fangs have...