Most importantly, there were three hundred of them. If they were fleeing Orcs, there were too many. If they were troops from Northfold, there were too few.
"Nethes, don't you find it strange? Why were there only three hundred? Where did the other Orcs go?" he asked in puzzlement.
"Those Orcs looked as though they'd just lost a battle. They probably just escaped from Boulder'gor. Isn't that perfectly normal?"
"But I remember us killing all those Orcs. They didn't even run. We suffered over a thousand casualties because of it."
"Allen, there are brave men and cowards in this world. Perhaps those cowards fled when they saw the battle turning against them. That's why you didn't see them." Nethes remained unconcerned. But Allen had no time to keep talking to him.
"Whatever the case, you'd better recall the lieutenant colonel at once, before he falls into an enemy trap. Sorry, but I have to leave immediately."
With that, he ran straight back to his camp and ordered everyone to assemble.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone had assembled. He walked to the front of the ranks and was about to give the order to march when Nethes came running over in a panic.
"Allen, thank goodness you haven't left yet. Come with me to rescue them." Ignoring the gazes of the soldiers before them, Nethes grabbed Allen and pulled him along.
"Nethes, calm down. What happened?"
"Allen, everything's gone terribly wrong. You were right this time. It was an enemy trap. Just now, a captain serving the young master escaped back here. He brought news that the enemy had surrounded the young master. Come on, we can discuss everything on the way. We have to reinforce him now." Nethes looked frantic. He had even lost his most basic judgment.
"Wait a moment.