The canyon has long since returned to calm, leaving only traces from the brief battle just now. The remaining Ogre Warriors picked up the weapons of their fallen comrades from the scorched ground; these iron spearheads were precious to Ogres who didn’t understand forging.
The arm of the Two-headed Ogre Sahai had already started to heal slowly. He was with the few remaining intact Ogre Mages, using Shaman Divine Skill to stabilize the Giant Demon’s suffering Spirit.
A White Dragon with a broken tail was bleeding from its mouth and nose, dragged by the Ogre Warriors like a dead dog. This was the unlucky Gomot, who thought being at the front was dangerous, so he stayed behind the Juvenile Dragons, and now he truly found himself behind the Dragon Group.
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