I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution

Although somewhat expected, the enemies, a coalition of tribal alliances and the Porto army, were quite disorganized in terms of cohesion and coordination.

Attempting to ambush us, they encountered an unexpected situation and were instead thrown into disarray, collapsing as we charged.

Having utterly defeated the enemy in the first battle, Kroxx's army regrouped, moved a little further south, and set up camp.

And they were having a feast with their entire army.

Boisterous laughter and talking could be heard everywhere, as Orcs, humans, and Goblins sat in their respective places, enjoying meat and bread.

"Hmm, is this common?"

"We try to do it as often as possible, and we always do it after a victory!"

Kroxx answered, gulping down a piece of meat after chewing it noisily.

I had thought that these people, who I knew mainly relied on hunting, were trying to import a large amount of food for some reason...