Inside the eight-man tent, the Black Asia Orc assassin removed his leather armor, hung it on the armor rack, walked to the bed on the left side of the tent, lay down, and began to rest.
Deborah watched the already sleeping Black Asia Orc assassin. Just as she was about to settle in for a while, she suddenly sensed danger. Risking discovery, she moved the Black Asia Orc assassin's soul away and hid herself in an inconspicuous corner.
More than ten minutes later, several Black Asia Orc Warriors entered the tent and, without another word, seized the Black Asia Orc assassin while he was still asleep and took him away.
At a Training Ground, Black Asia Orc General Dades swept his gaze over the soldiers from the outer defensive units who were being brought in one after another. He wondered who among them might have had their memories altered by the enemy, and who might have already been replaced by an enemy skilled at concealing souls.
After the last Black Asia Orc was brought to the Training Ground, a Low-Gold Black Asia Orc came before Black Asia Orc General Dades and respectfully said, "General, everyone who entered the valley camp within the past three hours has been brought here."
Dades waved a hand, signaling the officer to withdraw. Then he turned to the Gray Orc standing beside him and said in a deep voice, "General Olom, these are all the Black Asia Orcs. How do you intend to investigate them?"
Olom looked over the thirty-one Black Asia Orc Warriors in the Training Ground. The strongest was a High-Silver Black Asia Orc Shadow Warrior, while the weakest was a High-Bronze Tier Black Asia Orc Warrior.
"Start with the weakest."
The three Gray Orc Shaman Wizards standing behind Olom bowed slightly before