Ritor swung his great axe, cutting off a lizardman's head.
"Boring." He yawned, not caring about his opponent's collapsed body.
He had been expecting a thrilling fight against those scaly creatures. However, every time he met them, he could win easily.
And during the journey of eradicating rebels or defending the location from attacks by the kingdom of Durcia, he has yet to find a worthy opponent. Thus he had high hopes for this Lizardmen city which was said to have many great warriors.
The reality turned out to be different.
Several Bwisters pulled the corpses of Ritor's recently killed opponent. Then the minotaur general looked down at his palms.
Was he already too strong?
"This is wonderful, sir." The reddish-haired minotaur approached the leader with several of his comrades. Their bodies were all covered in blood. "The stories are true. Many of them are strong."
"Really, huh?" Ritor snorted, couldn't deny that he was envious of his men.
Maybe he was just too strong.