After battle upon battle of bloodshed, the most brutal battlefield lay somewhere nearby.
In the ravines, the dense forests, and the swamps, the corpses of wolf warriors and ratfolk lay scattered everywhere. After being scorched by blazing flames and soaked by rainwater, they had become a feast for every kind of snake, insect, rat, and ant.
As Red Bear, Mountain Dog, and the others departed in triumph, the depths of the forest had gradually settled into calm over the past few days.
Yet the mountain-like piles of slowly rotting corpses still gave the Three-Headed Lizard more food than it could possibly finish, its belly swollen into a semitransparent state.
Thus, days of gorging itself to its heart's content had greatly lowered the Three-Headed Lizard's vigilance.
Its bloated body, stuffed full of High-Level Orc flesh and blood, had also lost its former agility.
When it heard a dense series of iron hoofbeats rumbling closer from afar, shooting toward it like sharp arrows—
It was already too late to dodge.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
The rumbling was like three iron hammers smashing viciously into the crowns of its three heads.
In a blind panic, the Three-Headed Lizard hurriedly burrowed into the empty eye socket of a helmeted skull belonging to a ratfolk warrior before it.
It tried to rely on the hardness of the helmet and skull to withstand the trampling iron hooves.
Unfortunately, it had vastly underestimated the strength of its approaching enemy.
With a crack, the other party did not even exert much force before the iron hoof embedded with metal claws effortlessly pierced the helmet, crushed the skull, and incidentally stomped the Three-Headed Lizard hiding inside into a pulp.
The Three-Headed Lizard did not even have time to let out three cries before it died.
Its six dull eyes