The Northland fortress was still standing in the wind and snow.
The white color was mixed with red, and it was a mess.
The atmosphere in the camp was extremely anxious.
The orcs were a little anxious.
They were impulsive.
The chieftain of the tiger tribe and the chieftain of the bear tribe went out to drink as if the conflict a few days ago did not exist.
"It's just a waste of time."
The chieftain tiger narrowed his eyes and felt comfortable as the spicy liquid flowed into his throat.
The chieftain bear still couldn't fall asleep. He leaned against the rock and took a nap with a wine pot in his hand.
"What are you doing out of hibernation?"
The tiger man was unhappy to see the bear man like this.
Why didn't the bear sleep in the winter but come to the front line?
"They don't allow me to sleep, so of course, I have to find an opportunity to take a nap."
The bear man said slowly in a muffled voice.