After hearing the report from the Demon Race patrol on the front lines, the Leader's brow furrowed deeply. He paced back and forth on the high tower, hands clasped behind his back, and questioned the member of the patrol who had returned to report to him personally. "This squad has two leaders?"
"Yes. One has a scabbard at his waist, while the other has a longspear on his back and another in his hand. It's highly likely he's Hill!"
The Demon Race member answered truthfully.
In his eyes, the man with the spear had an air of fearless confidence, which meant he couldn't be an ordinary Warrior. He had to be someone unique, at the very least.
'If not Hill, who else could it be?'
'Seven or eight hundred Warriors... Is this really the true size of the Human Race's main force?'
