The Scorched-Earth Warcry Tribe did not care in the slightest whether Charles lived or died, and spread the news.
Molly, Erika, and the others were all furious.
"Those stupid orcs! Spreading the news like this will only affect our battle!"
"Idiots! Their brains must have been beaten stupid from being surrounded and attacked!"
Molly cursed viciously.
Charles, however, did not care at all. He said, "It's not a big problem. Although those orcs are rather stupid and have affected our battle..."
"...doesn't that give us a reason to deal with them afterward?"
By then, Charles had already put on the elven wizard armor Elendil had given him.
His army had also finished assembling.
Inside the small town, many people gathered in the streets. Outside the town, they watched Charles's army.
There were no real defensive measures around the town, only a simple ring of earthen walls.
The able-bodied men Charlotte had recruited some time ago had only built the army camp.
By comparison, the camp's defenses were even stronger.
This was not surprising. Charles simply had too few people under his command. The strong, bold men willing to fight and risk their lives had all been recruited into the army.
There truly were not many hands left.
Moreover, at the very beginning, Charles had not intended to develop this place into his core stronghold. He had held onto the idea that he might need to flee at any time.
It was only later, because the Crimson Caravan Alliance had lent him money, that it began developing on a large scale.
The town's residents watched Charles inspect his troops outside the town as though they were watching a spectacle.
They were not worried that Charles would fail, because even if he did, they had nothing worth robbing.
Outside the town, Charles's