Torbal was a warrior of the Northern Army.

Just like the other warriors, Torbal’s admiration for General Nienna started when he was young, and he had always been longing to be placed under her command. Fortunately, when he joined the army as an adult, Nienna was still in command of the army.

When Torbal finally stepped into his very first battlefield under General Nienna’s command, he was also with the emperor. Honestly, he didn’t entirely trust the emperor.

The stories about the emperor that had been passed down orally were unbelievable and absurd, and the emperor himself also didn’t look reliable.

Nienna was the best commander in Torbal’s eyes, and there was no way that someone else could convince him otherwise. General Nienna was beautiful and kind. She was a powerful ice mage as well. Torbal wanted to help her, but their situation was hopeless.

The Northern Army was able to crush the monsters at the beginning of the battle, but the fight soon became incredibly difficult for them because of the tentacles and the monsters attacking them at once.

Even Nienna seemed like she was barely holding out from afar.

The only reason Torbal was still alive was thanks to his comrades and luck.

“Aaaahhh!” Torbal shouted and swung his ax. Torbal was drenched in blood and riddled with wounds. His vision had long gotten blurry as well, but he didn’t mind dying on this battlefield. It would be an honor for the northerners to die in action.

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