"For the Horde! For the Lord!"
"For Master! For Lorelia! Charge! Charge! Charge!"
On the forest battlefield, a clear cry rang out. It was Lorelia, crossbow raised, urging her kinsfolk to charge relentlessly forward.
Lorelia's small face was flushed, radiating excitement.
However, the young girl wasn't excited by the battle itself, but rather by the thrill of shouting encouragement.
Unlike Dirtclaw, who, despite also enjoying riling up his subordinates and cannon fodder, always led the charge into the fray himself.
As for Lorelia, she was surrounded by four powerful spider guards; charging was out of the question—she had no intention of even joining the battle.
Furthermore, not far from Lorelia stood a calm-faced Vexis.
Lorelia had her own agenda; she never strayed far from Vexis's line of sight.
Lorelia was merely enjoying the thrill of shouting commands.
Meanwhile, deeper in Gloomwood Forest, various skirmishes were constantly erupting.
