The battle between legends left the soldiers on both sides red-faced, half from excitement and half from fear.
And this battle also set the rules for both sides: legends were not allowed to enter the field and slaughter armies.
"What kind of monster is that? We can't beat it at all."
The dwarf Bofur sat down on the ground without the slightest regard for appearances, rarely showing a wise expression as he frowned tightly. Beside him stood the towering Hill Royalty Ashwood. He did not seem to have any thoughts about it and simply grabbed the ore beside him and began devouring it in great mouthfuls.
"You'd better hurry up and think of something."
"Think of something?! I'm not the King, damn it. Aren't you the Hill Prince? Shouldn't you be commanding the army?" "An army needs commanding?"
Ashwood asked in confusion, looking at the Wansu Kingdom army charging ahead.
"Isn't it being commanded just fine?"
"You stupid bastard. I should never have agreed to the Great King. Wasn't it perfectly good to forge iron in the Land of the Forge? Why did I have to leave?"
Bofur was furious. After that battle, he was tired too, so he grabbed a piece of ore and started gnawing on it as well. The next moment, he bared his teeth and spat out the broken grit.
"What the hell is this awful stuff? Is this really edible?"
"I'm stone. You're made of flesh and blood. Why are you eating stones?"
The two legends began arguing over food just like that. Only after a long while did Bofur finally calm down.
"A lot of our people are going to die in this war, aren't they?"
He knew very well that this army of theirs was heading north to support the elves. That Elven