At the same time -- tens of thousands of kilometers away Clatter Clatter "DAMMIT! The left flank needs reinforcements!"
"Why aren't those motherfuckers just retreat already, They think they can beat us!"
"Just die, Damn plant!" Fugon stood on top of the unicorns of his army with his hands folded as he watched the situation in front of him silently. A situation that has not changed much in the last four years, something he sees every day and even dreams about it if he falls asleep. It's war. Before this world knew Robin, fallout wars were so infrequent that they occurred every few hundred years And when each war breaks, either a small piece of land is cut off from the Tree Father, or a human tribe is exterminated.
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