In a small settlement in the middle of the Laan Tribe Territory, the air was thick with blood and fear.
At the center of the square, twenty-six Black Asia Orc Warriors who had fought to protect the tribe lay in pools of blood. Blood flowed along the gaps between the stone slabs, gathering into puddles.
More than three hundred elderly, weak, women, and children of the Black Asia Orcs crawled on the ground, their eyes filled with terror and despair. They trembled as they huddled together, even breathing with the utmost caution.
A Silver High-Tier Star Contracter flicked the blood from his hand, and the splattered droplets glimmered with an eerie light beneath the sun.
"Kill them."
Upon hearing this, the Star Guard standing to the Star Contracter's left activated the Star Rune on the back of his right hand. A longsword condensed in his grasp as he approached the dying Silver Mid-Tier Black Asia Orc priest, raised his blade, and swung it down with force.
Blood sprayed everywhere. A head flew into the air, landed on the ground, and slowly rolled to the feet of a Mid-Gold Star Contracter.
The Silver High-Tier Star Contracter stepped before the Mid-Gold Star Contracter and reported, "Captain, according to that priest, Darrow City has three thousand defenders led by a Low-Gold Black Asia Orc Shadow Warrior."
Looking down at the head by his feet, the Mid-Gold Star Contracter gave his order. "Rest for half an hour, then depart. Our destination is Darrow City. Rendezvous with the other three squads."
"Captain, what should we do with these prisoners?"
A Star Contracter standing behind the Mid-Gold Star Contracter spoke up to ask.
Hearing his subordinate's question, the Mid-Gold Star Contracter swept his gaze around the area and said expressionlessly, "Tie them all up and leave