Irina only felt that it was brutal when she heard this. She asked worriedly, “How many casualties do we have?”

“Only several tens,” Damien said, wearing a hint of grief and mostly admiration on his face. “Dying in a battle to protect the village is the greatest glory for beastmen. There’ll be no regrets!”

Irina sighed in relief. This number was still within an acceptable range for her.

The beastmen quickly removed their armor, and their bodies instantly felt lighter. In addition to their excited emotions, they felt as if they were going to fly.

The beastmen who had stayed behind to protect the village had long prepared food for...