A powerful enemy, not a small number.
"The corpses don’t match. The tailor—Nawuer’s body isn’t here." A knight came over to report.
They have all the information from the squad here, but of the squad that should be traveling this road, only one person’s corpse is missing.
"Is his blood around?"
The knight nodded: "Yes, it’s all gathered together. It’s very likely he’s been interrogated by the enemy."
"Then send someone to capture or find him. If he escaped and hasn’t reported to us, bring him back.
If he’s in the enemy’s hands, send someone to inform us, and you follow them."
With the orders given, the squad slightly split off, and 10 people quickly left, searching for the smell of blood in the air and rapidly heading out to find it.
"Let’s go, we’re leaving here. There’s nothing much to see anymore. Let’s check the other two roads.
The missing squad didn’t return from this direction."
Soon, Wolse led the squad and visited the places where Blake’s squad and Lurik’s squad ambushed the enemy.
Also cleared a large number of corpses; the combat traces in these areas were very obvious, especially at Lurik’s squad’s battle site, which had a large number of charred and lightning patterned traces.
Around, some woods were partially burned; some of the enemy corpses dug up had charred marks and wounds.
After a whole day of searching, they had roughly understood the enemy’s information.
They returned to Rubble Village.
Wolse began exchanging information with a few captains and officers.
"First, we can confirm, the enemy is divided into three squads; the smell of dwarf blood is the strongest and their strength is very strong.
They are definitely considered elite squads."
Upon hearing him, another officer nodded and then added: "Upon comparison, the three squads should have left at the same time, and just last night.
If we had come half a day earlier, we might have encountered them. This way, we wouldn’t have wasted so much effort."
The werewolf couldn’t help but laugh, mocking: "Don’t talk big, did you see those corpses? Many of them are stronger than us.
But you’ve also seen, their wounds are few, and they were taken out by the enemy quickly. If we came across them, we’d be in big trouble.
You should be thankful instead."
"What did you say? You damn dog, coward!" The officer immediately slammed the table, stood up, and shouted angrily at the werewolf.
Facing such insults, the werewolf’s eyes flashed with anger but he suppressed his emotions and just chuckled twice.
"Enough, shut up, unless you want to become the princess’s playthings."
These words silenced the officers in attendance, for the name of the Third Princess was well-known, and they absolutely did not want to fall into her hands.
Outside, the sound of hoofbeats was heard.
Soon, two knights pressed a man in a robe and walked in, kicking the man they were holding onto the ground.
"Sir, we’ve brought him back."
The tailor who was previously released by Kana and the others lifted his head with a bitter smile.
Wolse glanced at him and kicked his head fiercely, sending the tailor rolling on the ground twice before crashing into the wall.
"You should know what to say, right?"
The tailor hurriedly nodded: "Of course, sir, I’ll speak without reservation."
"Then speak, tell everything you’ve experienced, the appearance of the enemy, and their circumstances."
"Of course, they didn’t treat me lightly with torture, I didn’t deliberately intend to leak intelligence, I..."
"Shut up, say what you should!" The officer who previously shouted at him flared up.
"Yes, yes, of course!"
The tailor licked his lips, organizing his thoughts.
"It all started two days ago..."