It Seems to Be Made of Cardboard!

From the far edge of the forest, where the trees grew sparse and gave way to open ground, the grand beat of drums echoed.

Boom, boom, boom—!

At the same time, the orcs' battle cries erupted, shaking the earth.

"Zagros! Zagros! Zagros!"

Was that the name of an individual, or of a tribe? I wasn't particularly curious. I had to trample them and move on quickly, anyway.

[Krrt— Enemy infantry within visual range. Engagement imminent. …Should we widen the distance and request artillery support for now?]

Frederica made a textbook suggestion. But I shook my head.

"No. We don't need support."

I even brought out my binoculars to examine the enemy.

'Status Analysis.' 'Status Analysis.' 'Status Analysis.'...