Like a piece of garbage, Lamias was thrown out by the towering warlord. The upside was that she had finally stopped being dragged along the ground; the downside was that being thrown had left her aching all over.
"How could a warrior be as frail as you?"
The towering warlord snorted. "Feed these Pegasi as quickly as possible. The instant the last glow of sunset fades, they must be galloping through the skies again!"
With that, the towering warlord turned and left without sparing Lamias, whose face was unpleasantly pale, another glance.
Lamias knew she was indeed frail... compared to the human warriors in this divine war.
She gently rubbed her skinned knee and struggled to her feet. When she looked ahead, she suddenly understood why the towering warlord had dragged her here.
On an open patch of ground not far away, dozens of snow-white horses with wings growing from their backs had gathered—the Pegasi!
Each Pegasus was being fed by a female warrior. Farther away stood a small camp, where a group of more heavily equipped warriors rested.
Based on the specialized assessment, Lamias guessed that the warriors resting in the camp were the ones matched with these Pegasi, while the female warriors were serving as grooms.
And the uniform Lamias had just stripped from one of the female warriors in the wounded camp was clearly the same as those worn by the warriors feeding the Pegasi.
Apparently, she had been mistaken for one of the female warriors here.
Lamias could not leave this place... Along the way, she had seen all kinds of camps, and none of the warriors in them could be defeated by someone without any means of self-defense like her. At most, she could bully the poor fellows in the wounded camp, who were missing