"No, thanks. After unloading this batch, I still need to collect the javelins and arrows outside..."
Samael glanced at the battlefield beyond the North Wall, covered in dried purple-black bloodstains, his expression slightly hesitant.
Most magical beasts were nocturnal creatures, and night raids were often their preferred method of attack.
However, Leonidas, the Gate Guardian, was an outstanding general and naturally had his preparations in place.
Thus, every morning, they could see magical beast corpses skewered like hedgehogs and nailed to the ground in every direction.
Since wetland magical beasts such as Mushhushshu had nested and multiplied along the line from the Reed Plains to Mount Epiph, mineral transport had been obstructed.
To sustain the war's consumption, recovering javelins and arrows every day and remelting damaged ones was one of the logistics department's duties at the sacrificial grounds.
"That's nothing. Old Tabad here was just about to take these little Uruk brats out on patrol!"
A burly old man with a gray-white beard as tangled as weeds heartily slapped his pectorals, which bore several magical beast claw marks.
"I'm also responsible for loading those magical beast corpses outside onto the carts..."
"And the scholars and mage lords at the Astrology Platform..."
Samael spread his hands helplessly.
"Tim! Take some men and handle loading the magical beast corpses!"
Leonidas immediately cut off someone's excuses. Under the Gate Guardian's orders, a burly man in light armor happily led more than twenty people to take charge of the transport carts.
Compared with the inhuman training in camp, going outside to haul magical beast corpses was practically as relaxing as an outing. It was a cushy assignment everyone else envied.
"And..."
Samael raised a fingertip to rub his chin, looking troubled.
"What else do you want? There are plenty of brats here itching for