The next day, they pushed deeper into the forest. They had long since abandoned their crude cabin to begin their long march toward war.
But Julius never did anything in haste. Their grim hunting tour, in a way, indirectly benefited Count Pilaf. By wiping out these vermin on his lands, they spared him the waste of time, money, and soldiers' lives. A fortunate coincidence, though that had never been their intent.
Their goal was indeed to reach the battlefield — but not under Pilaf's banner. Julius and Dylan were both wanted as spies and criminals in his camp, so Julius had set his sights on Count Martissant, Pilaf's enemy.
And besides… the pay would be far better.
For now, however, hunting orc villages had become an increasingly pointless affair. Julius and Dylan had grown stronger, and the spiritual essence contained within the anima gems of common orcs could no longer quench the hunger of their spiritual cores.
