Azaroth decided to make Larkspur his new headquarters. It's bigger, stronger, and easier to defend unlike the Fruit Village. Right now Azaroth is sitting on the chair the Village Head used to use, and he listened to Blac.
"The injured warriors are being attended to, both from our side and Larkspur's side. Not many buildings were destroyed during the fight, and the village is still as intact as it was. Even the villagers are spared," Blac said.
Azaroth nodded. "And with the surrendered warriors, how many are there now?"
"We are looking at something closer to eighty."
Azaroth narrowed his eyes. "I don't want those who can't hold their own, and there's no time for training. Remove those who can't fight and send them to the Fruit Village with twenty strong warriors. They will be the protectors of the village."
Blac blinked in surprise even as he expected it. "You are not going back to the Fruit Village?"
