82. Just A Bit Of Luck And Hardwork
The crackling of flame, the canopies of red, the smell of blood and burnt flesh mixed with the tick smell of smoke. The screams of the beast people was slowly reducing as the tide of the battle had changed everything so slightly. The mercenaries were not losing but they were losing more of the upper hand they had.
The leader of the mercenary group growled in an inhumane manner and said. "Fine the village chief and village will be mine, is that too hard for me to ask for?" He looked down at his bodyguards causing them to tremble in fear.
A moment later a mercenary stumbled to them and cried to his master. "There's a problem?"
The towering leader of the group of mercenaries looked down at him frowned. "Problem, I hate that word. It's always never right. Do you know what is even more amusing here, instead of solving my problem you brought it back me. What an insult."
