"You're saying they're on the run?"
"From the tracks, they invaded from the south, but they seem to have started losing control after dawn. The traces show they're moving away from Hamlet."
Laura quickly reported the scouting results. Lance listened and was left speechless. He'd clearly overestimated those bastards. He'd even planned to wait for them to come over, let the townsfolk see them for themselves.
But the moment their ancestor died, they scared themselves shitless. So much for 'fanatical faith'—the old ancestor didn't even have a single follower willing to die for him. What a clown.
"On the way we also found some destroyed villages and small towns. Basically no one survived. Those bastards have completely degenerated into evil cultists and are starting to lose control."
Laura added, and Lance frowned when he heard that, but he didn't rush to react. Instead he kept asking questions.
"How many enemies are there?"
