In the wilderness.

The rainy season was over, and grass began to dry up again. The dry, chilling north wind swept across the wilderness.

Two gods stood on the rough land.

Eldar asked, “How…are you planning to defeat that?”

Sung-Woon did not reply and just stared at his system window.

News of the clash between Kajin the Ogre and Tamaridu the Centaur had spread widely. Kajin the Ogre had ended up victorious, and hadn’t even been a close battle.

“I thought the Centaurs would have done some more damage to the Ogres. While Ogres are known to be strong, Centaurs are a rare species with great combat power. But in the end, the Centaurs only killed some Goblins enslaved by the Ogres, and less than ten Ogres died…”

Eldar mumbled to himself as he walked in circles.

“I did think the Ogres would be a difficult opponent from the start. In addition to their superior Strength, their Intelligence had also been raised through a Blessing. They were a combination of coincidence after coincidence, so how could they not be strong?”

Sung-Woon scrolled up and down the system message, still not replying.

Eldar continued the one-sided conversation, “I don’t know for sure, but aren’t the Lizardmen the main force of Nebula? The Lizardmen are relatively vulnerable to the cold though, so they wouldn’t be able to give their all if they were to fight in the north. And I’m aware the Human troops...