"Boring, let's continue tomorrow."
She hummed a tune, leaving here in high spirits.
...
Early morning, Rubble Village.
A werewolf adorned in armor with a gemstone pendant hanging around its neck tilted its head towards the sky, constantly twitching its nose.
Sniff, sniff!
"The stench of corpses, a lot of them."
The werewolf elite said.
Behind him was a whole troop of sixty to seventy members of the Blood Race.
Leading them was the knight of the princess.
He frowned as he looked ahead: "That's Rubble Village up ahead, isn't it?"
A Blood Race Knight beside him nodded: "Yes, Lord Wolse, that's Rubble Village ahead. All squads returning from the south must pass through there."
Knight Wolse nodded: "Speed up, and stay alert."
They passed through the path, arriving at Rubble Village.
The entire village was silent, entirely unlike the appearance of a place where Blood Race troops were stationed.
