Irene and the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse trodded forth the ice-covered ground towards the only bamboo house that was not covered in ice located at the centre of the village.
She had exercised enough caution so as to not hurt any of the Forest Spring Spirits being held captive inside the house. "Shit...Shit..Shit..Shit… what do I do now? Those useless adventurers can't even delay the enemy long enough. If they take away the Forest Spring Spirit children, then all my hard work for these past few months would be gone. No, it cant be. These are my TREASURES, I was the one who found them. I must take them away and run".
Miser who was inside the bamboo house watched the entire exchange that was happening outside through the cracks between the window.
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