The surroundings were ruined, as if a large-scale battle had taken place between the orcs and the extermination squad.
Fresh blood was splattered everywhere, and torn pieces of corpses were also scattered messily.
“Uncle Pab!”
Suddenly, Eliza ran to one side.
It was a corpse with only a one-eyed, half-white head left.
He was the vice-captain of the Yasad Mercenary Troop, a person who had cared for Eliza like a daughter.
Not caring about the blood getting on her clothes, Eliza hugged the head and wailed loudly, a sound unbefitting her large size.
Everyone looked at Eliza with sad expressions before starting to gather the surrounding corpse pieces one by one.
It was to bury them.
Shark didn’t lift a single finger, and then asked Gipel, who was picking up a shoe that had been cut off at the ankle.
“Why are there no enemy corpses at all?”
“The orc bastards must have taken the corpses of their dead comrades.”
“Then why are only parts of the bodies left?”
“That’s because the orcs ate them all.”
“Pigs eat people too?”
Shark asked with his eyes wide open, as if truly surprised.
Of course, Gipel, as well as Eliza, who had regained her composure, Bash, and Ren all made dumbfounded expressions.
It was absurd.
Did he really not know that orcs ate people?
But then Shark spoke.
“Then, did the pig we ate earlier eat people too?”
“What?”
This time, Bash reacted the fastest.
“That pork, which you ate the most of.”
“T-then…?”
“Right.
It was the meat of that orc or whatever you call it.”
“Blergh.”
At Shark’s nonchalant words, everyone, starting with Bash, squatted on the ground and began to vomit what they had eaten.
Even things that had already been fully digested and were well on their way to their intestines.
“You were stuffing your faces earlier.
What’s with the fuss?”
Shark, who wore an indifferent expression at their reaction, walked toward one side.
A rather long spear, seemingly used by someone who had died, was rolling around in the bushes.
Shark picked it up, swung it around, and then placed the part where the spearhead was embedded at an angle against the ground.
‘Snap.’
About a quarter of it, including the spearhead, broke off.
Shark swung the spear once more before finally giving a satisfied smile.
The sensation of learning staff techniques from Hae-cho in the past came back to life.
Satisfied, he took the staff and returned to the party.
‘Barbarian.’
Contempt surfaced in the party’s gazes as they looked at Shark.
“If you don’t kill, you die.
If you don’t eat, you get eaten.”