If the bandits hadn't already killed them, Old Neil would have strung them up on signposts as a warning. As it was, the old Kobold was drenched in sweat.
His status had risen dramatically after he learned Magic and diligently led the slaves in reclaiming the wasteland. He had even moved into the Settler Area not long ago.
But now, a problem had arisen in the Slave District under his management. One wrong move, and all his hard work would be for nothing.
Levi said nothing. He was just exceptionally silent as he set out at the crack of dawn with his Beastman Personal Guard Team, the Jackal Wolfman Scout Squad, and a few Giants pulling carriages. They did not return until sunset the following day.
Every one of them was drenched in blood, as if they had just waded through a sea of it. Their faces were etched with fatigue. Even the energetic Warg Mounts had collapsed on the ground, refusing to even lift their heads.
