In the center of the caravan, a woman clad in a simple robe emerged from the crowd.
The moment the soldiers wearing green turbans saw her, their eyes turned green with desire, and their parched lips could hardly hold back the drool... just like Hog's mercenaries the first time they encountered her.
This was purely a natural reaction; on this land closer to Hell than Hell itself, propriety and shame are a luxury.
Especially for those who cannot survive any longer, who have long abandoned their original faith.
Brennan's reaction was relatively calm; after all, he was one of the twelve leaders of the Green Forest Army.
His eyes slightly narrowed, he looked the woman up and down, and his smile grew ever more ruthless.
"A nun?"
Throughout his life, he hated the people in the church the most, followed by the nobles in the castles.
