Erwin and the others loaded the dozen or so unconscious mercenaries of the Four Winds mercenary legion onto a couple of carts, then wheeled them back to the campsite.

As soon as they returned, they were approached by Sherry and Lanyon, both of whom wore grim expressions.

"What happened?" Larwood asked as he cast his gaze toward the two of them.

"A lot of people came by just now, and their leader said..." Sherry hesitated momentarily as he looked at Erwin and the others, then continued, "They told us to look out, and that they're going to hunt us down once we leave Windmetal Fort."

"It's those bastards again! Are they never going to let this go?" Erwin was furious.

"Did something happen, Master Erwin?" Lanyon asked in a concerned voice.

"We went to forge some suits of Falcon Beak Lizard scale armor, but those bastards had their eyes on us ever since we arrived in Windmetal Fort, and they wanted to take our suits of armor," Erwin replied with an enraged expression. "Obviously, we weren't going to allow them to do that, so we already had a fight with them earlier."

Only now did Sherry and Lanyon understand why there were unconscious mercenaries that had been wheeled back to camp.

"Take them away and get their injuries treated as soon as possible. I can see that several of them have sustained very severe injuries. Some of them even have broken ribs, which need to be treated right away,"...