Ricardo no longer had any of his combat brothers by his side.
He let out a bitter laugh, knowing that despite giving his all, the inevitable end had still come.
Though, this was expected.
He knew that the success rate of this assault was not high, and the real value was in a fight to the death. Failing was the far more likely outcome.
For this reason, he felt only calm in his heart.
He slightly raised his head to gaze at the sky, which had turned yellowish.
He couldn't even count the number of green-skinned elites that had died under his hammer. Dying on the battlefield like this didn't seem so bad after all.
"Hmm?"
Raising his head, Ricardo noticed the flag representing the Beastman warlords was surprisingly close to him.
But this shouldn't be the case.
Earlier, he observed it clearly and knew he no longer had the strength to charge forward. The path he carved through shouldn't have brought him this close to their lines.
Did Ulu come voluntarily?
