The Strength of House Silversword’s Warriors

"An Orc Lord? I thought it was just a legend. Does that thing really exist?" Henry raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Yes, it is real." Alaric nodded solemnly. If he had not seen it in his past life, he wouldn't believe it as well.

"No way…" Henry muttered in shock.

Suddenly, Alaric clapped his hand to gather everyone's attention.

The warriors turned their gazes at him.

Seeing that he had gathered their attention, Alaric spoke in a stern voice.

"We don't know for sure whether that monster is here so we need to preserve everyone's strength."

He turned his head and said.

"Sir Warrick's group has already been there for a while, so I need your team to replace them, Sir Fredrinn."

Hearing his commands, Fredrinn nodded. "Yes, my lord."

"Go!" Alaric waved his hand indifferently.

Fredrinn didn't waste any time and gave a signal to his troops to follow him.