A large group of Lunbak soldiers gathered around the campfire, drinking and loudly sharing various bawdy jokes, frequently bursting into laughter.
A few drunken soldiers were already snoring in the corners, and many more had gone to sleep in the tents. Only a small number of soldiers on guard duty remained vigilant.
Aside from the soldiers' chatter, the camp was particularly quiet at night.
Turuk crouched beside Andrew, his eyelids drooping with sleepiness, "Master, why don't you rest early? It's getting late."
"Are you tired?" Andrew looked up at Turuk.
In the blink of an eye, Turuk had followed Andrew for three years.
In three years, Turuk, as a beastman, now looked almost indistinguishable from a human in terms of clothing and behavior. Of course, his appearance couldn't be changed. His fangs were still extremely conspicuous, or rather, extremely ugly, among the crowd.
