Qin Mo finally watched as the orc search party gradually approached the edge of the birch forest. He subtly circulated his inner energy, allowing his body, which had grown cold from prolonged concealment, to warm up. He was no longer nervous about the impending battle, nor did his palms sweat; the continuous killing had made him accustomed to the smell of blood.

“Guge, you take your men to search the birch forest. I'll keep watch,” Karl pointed out the last search target. Guge led his people obediently into the birch forest. After a full search, Guge felt he had learned a great deal of valuable experience. Karl earned Guge's respect with his rich experience.

"Brother Karl, there's nothing in the woods. Looks like we can have a peaceful drink tonight." Gug emerged from the woods with his elite warriors, a smile finally appearing on his tense face.

Once you get past this birch forest, you'll reach the settlement of the Rakshasa people, where you'll find fragrant mead and trembling Rakshasa girls. That should dispel the resentment in the warriors' hearts!

Karl smiled knowingly, waving his hand behind him as he walked forward, signaling his tribesmen, who were maintaining a guard formation, to follow. He started running, following the path along the edge of the forest; it would only take a quarter of an hour to reach the Rakshasa settlement that had given them so much to think about.

But the sudden turn of events froze his figure in that instant of waving and running. The flat forest path burst open in the middle, and a figure emerged from the snow, crashing head-on into Karl's face.

Karl had no idea that someone was hiding underground. His body didn't react at all; he only felt a chill on his neck, and then his vision began to rise and spin. Before his vision blurred, he saw the figure plunge into the crowd, like a boulder hitting the water, splashing up a large amount of blood.