The sound of a trumpet rang throughout Nuridot, signaling it was an emergency.1

Crockta woke up, and his hands instinctively grasped the hilt of his greatsword as the scent of battle drifted from afar. When Crockta opened his eyes, Tiyo was looking at him with his General in hand. The two exchanged looks.0

“Zzz…” Anor, on the other hand, was still sleeping.1

Crockta shook him awake. Anor fumbled about as he stirred from his sleep. Then he stared at Crockta blankly.0

“Anor, you need to evacuate,” said Crockta.1

“Huh?” muttered Anor.0

“The enemy has invaded the village.”0

“Invaded?” questioned Anor.0

“The wandering orcs from yesterday infiltrated here last night.”0

The day before, Crockta had displayed his prowess to the wandering orcs, who trembled in fear after being overpowered by him. However, if those guys dared to try invading Nuridot again, then it was obvious that they were piggybacking on the chiefdom’s support to seize this place. They would use an even more violent method this time since they had already been defeated once. There wouldn’t be a conversation this time.0

Crockta anticipated that it would be a struggle for life and death for both sides. He had to suppress a smile from forming on his lips. He was ready for war.0

“Does Nuridot have an evacuation site for emergencies?” asked Crockta.0

“They probably gather at the town hall in the center of the village…” said Anor.0

“Then, go there,” ordered Crockta.0

Anor, who was finally awake now, noticed that Crockta had his greatsword in hand. The rays...0