BELLUM PRAESINTIA

This Not Good Condition

The eastern part of Northaderm was still largely untouched by the forces, as it was not considered a suitable territory to conquer.

The land was barren, with even plants seemingly having abandoned the area.

However, Garlan and his troops had settled here temporarily, as the battle had inflicted many injuries on them. Recovery was taking time, and Garlan himself had been trying to hold everything together, but his strength alone wouldn't be enough.

"Ugh... why has it come to this..." Gobil muttered wearily.

"Instead of complaining like this, you'd better keep an eye on what's ahead! If an enemy attacks, Leader will punch you..." Reval threatened.

"I know, but when will they show up? You know we've been here long enough; maybe they've forgotten about us!"

Reval grunted in frustration at Gobil's relaxed attitude.

"Don't forget the time of war is proof that we are still their enemies!"

This was something no Black Dragon warrior could forget. They had fought together, and the sense of loss