As they moved through the streets, the orcs were surprisingly gathering around the two of them. Many curious gazes came from the crowd, scanning Magnus body up and down.
Even the faint murmurs coming from the crowd showed they didn't care.
"Meat?"
"But why is he riding?"
"Seems like fighter. Me want to fight!"
'Another observation. The orcs all seem to have varying levels of intelligence. Any orc which can hold a decent position in their society seems to have brains, meaning—'
His gaze swept over the scout in front of him.
'Interesting. What's even more interesting is that he had dared to lie about the amount of orcs here.'
With a quick glance at the map, he saw more than a thousand orcs scattered around the nearby town.
"We've arrived." The orc said, getting off the wolf.
In front of Magnus lay an ominous stone keep, roughly 20 meters tall, with the only entry point being the gate to enter the structure.
