Laura's words were clearly a reproach directed at the person in charge for not heeding her advice, but at this moment, no one was paying attention to her. This was because those at the rear of the team, who appeared to be workers, were in fact soldiers who had cooperated with the Eagle Flock and knew what that screeching signified.
But these people were never afraid; having battled the Barbarian Tribes before, why would they fear these wild men who were not much different?
The Barbarian Tribes at least had leather armor, while these bare-chested lunatics were just corpses in front of them.
The well-trained guards swiftly drew their weapons from the caravans, even dismantling the wagon railings to use as shields, forming a defensive line at a reasonable speed.
The fat man stepped out of the wagon, glancing at the peculiar men with little trace of panic in his eyes, merely raising the torch in his hand.
