As for the innocent civilians of the enemy country who lost their lives...Who cares about them?
Humans and orcs are the same, slaughtering the infidels, slaughtering the civilians, plundering everything they can carry away. Encouraging their men to fight bravely in this way until they shed their last drop of blood.
Now, a similar scene is about to be staged.
"Soldiers!!"
The Centurion, riding his robust black unicorn, stood before four cavalry squares of a hundred men each, his comrades who had made it all the way here from the Xabar plains carried him past rows of proud Bear Clan cavalrymen with their chests thrust out.
"We are facing nothing more than a group of merchants led by children! They number just over 100!"
