The howling gale swept across the desolate land, lifting billowing dust from the cracked soil.
Grievously wounded, Xino Dragon shook his dazed bovine head and propped up his faltering body with a broken sword he had picked up at random.
A few minutes ago—
Or perhaps even longer.
He had led his troops, who had rested for half a day, in yet another charge against the Demon King Army's position, clashing with the ogre troops that came out to meet them in battle.
That battle was chaotic and dark, with blood flowing into rivers and corpses strewn across the fields...
He only remembered facing off against a creature that had chains wrapped around its waist and was wielding two rusty giant battle blades.
That guy was like a madman, charging in front of all the ogres, waving the iron chains and battle blades in his hands, sweeping away everything within attack range indiscriminately!
