chapter 94
"Huh. Well that explains why we haven't seen many monsters around, the Orcs killed them all." Opal was standing with her hands on her hips looking down at the enormous Orc camp at the bottom of the valley. Rows and rows of tents and ramshackle constructions and warsmithies and stalls and sties and stables and canopies and carts and latrines and flattened ground where Orcs sparred and brawled in the open cheered on by eager Orcish crowds. Rain could scent the camp from up on the rise thanks to the breeze and it caused him to wrinkle the bridge of his nose in disgust. Orcs on the move apparently didn't go in for hygiene... or baths. It gave the lower leveler slums a run for its money in stench. "We should leave. It's a bad idea for monsters like us to be anywhere near that camp, we're too
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