Dragon Clan Seeks Refuge

"Damn it! The intelligence said the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom had been developing for less than fifty years. How could their army's weapons and equipment be this refined?"

At that moment, on the deck of a five-sailed magic warship at sea, Gromar, the Golden Behemoth commanding the Orc army in this campaign, wore an extremely grim expression.

None of the lofty ambition he had felt when first setting foot on the Saint Nor Continent remained.

He had never imagined that the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom, which should have been an easy target, would display such terrifying strength.

What shocked him most was that rather than declining through war, the enemy only grew stronger with every battle.

Over more than three months of war, he had discovered in astonishment that many soldiers in the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom's elite legions advanced through the ranks at an appallingly fast rate.

They might still have been Beginner Warriors just days ago, yet after only a few battles, they would break through to Intermediate Warrior.

Such talent was far more outrageous than even that of the Behemoth race.

"Your Majesty, the Great Prophet has sent someone again to ask how long it will take us to breach the Highland battlefield and break through the Saint Nor Continent's defenses."

Just as Gromar was brooding, an elderly foxman descended from the sky and respectfully reported.

Gromar's expression darkened even further. After a brief silence, he asked the old foxman in a low voice,

"High Priestess Draman, how are the other two battlefields faring?"

"Your Majesty, the other two battlefields lack priests. Every assault requires us to endure all manner of long-range attacks from the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom, including Magic Crystal Cannons, Magic Crossbows, and Giant Catapults."

"Our losses are severe, yet the gains have been negligible!"

"What are Thanatos