"Hurry up!"
"You damn mutts! Move it!"
By now it was June, and both the Beastman Empire and the Frank Kingdom were indisputably in the height of summer.
Furthermore, the eastern front was near the central regions, and with the Beastman Plateau blocking the way, the climate was even more scorching.
Under the blazing sun, the Centaur Warriors used the whips in their hands to drive the surrounding Gnolls.
It wasn't just Gnolls; there were also goblins, Kobolds, pig-men, and many other strange, miscellaneous races.
Such scenes were ubiquitous within the Beastman Empire, nothing to be surprised about.
The weak are prey for the strong, and the winner takes all. These were the rules of the Beastman Empire, where powerful races oppressed all others.
"What's the status? How much longer until we can haul everything away?"
Centaur Chief Gwen asked from the side.
