"Ohh...okay..." the large Ereian soldier nodded his head as he handed his weapons to Khao'khen who was taken aback by how easily the Ereian in front of him trusted his words. He can't help but shake his head but he received the weapons of the surrendering human. Khao'khen tossed the sword and shield of the heavy Ereian towards one of the trolls since the size of the weapon was too small for him to make use of it. The size of the sword was like that of a kitchen knife to him with how huge his frame was compared to the humans.
"You got food right?..." the chunky Ereian questioned as he stared at Khao'khen with puppy eyes.
'What the F!' Khao'khen screamed within his mind as he was stunned with how casual the Ereian was in front of him. He is an orc, a creature that's often found on a battlefield and bathing in the blood of those that he has slain. They are monsters that are born for war and lived for war. The entire existence of their race almost only revolves around war or battles.
