章 257: Comfortable scent

The Orcs lounged around the makeshift camp, their armor clinking softly as they settled into a moment of well-earned rest.

The earlier battles with the Ogres had left them physically tired but emotionally charged.

As the crackle of the fire cast flickering shadows across the clearing, groups of Orcs began to chatter amongst themselves, their voices filled with a mix of awe, humor, and camaraderie.

"I still can't believe it," one burly Orc said, running a hand across his sweat-slicked brow. His voice carried a hint of amazement. "We fought those giants. And not only did we survive, we won. You saw how huge they were, right? Like mountains with arms."

Another Orc, younger and leaner, laughed as he poked at a stick in the fire. "Aye, I saw you freeze up when one swung that club at you. Thought you were gonna piss yourself!"