Chapter 15 Failed Reconnaissance

　　The winter in Botineman Forest was unusually quiet. Humans and orcs alike stayed in their homes, doing nothing unnecessary, unwilling to move a step away from the hearth.　　The only creatures stirring actively were the squirrels, whose tiny figures darted along snow-covered branches. Other animals seemed far lazier.　　Charles arrived at his destination through a teleportation portal. The comfortable environment in front of him would never remind him of the betrayers—the entire tribe of orc traitors.　　Thanks to Sidese's description, the half-horse grassland stronghold was quickly located. The area was lush with grass, streams flowing gently—so different from the snow-covered dead grass and frozen rivers of the north. This, Charles thought, must be the reward promised to the humans.　　On the grasslan