Chapitre 395: Half-orc Gochi

Hoskle Village, a month ago

Inside a dilapidated house with leaking roof and whistling walls, a group of oddly-shaped men and women with unusual appearances gathered in a somber atmosphere.

The sound of an alarm echoed across the village. 

A territory war was about to happen within 14 hours. The announcement was followed by another, stating that everyone must prepare either themselves or resources to assist the territory.

"Another war?" Baku asked with a frown, his tiger ears perked up, guarded. His large build was tense, his long tail was upright, his mood turbulent at the imminent danger they'd be facing.

Gochi, who was kneeling beside him, sighed and looked at the person lying on the cot.

In his hand were a couple of leaves known to help with wounds.

It was all they could afford.