Crockta galloped on horseback, with the members of Praise the Orc following behind him with difficulty. They could see flames burning in the distance. The imperial army was occupying the city with the battle already over. The only thing left was the clean-up routine they always did.0

The ruined city was Ogochai, where various people used to gather in the Espada territory.0

Countless soldiers surrounded the city.0

“…!”0

“It’s Crockta!”0

He was quickly discovered because he ran over there in a hurry. The patrol troops at the rear blew the whistle, signaling the knight formation standing by to turn around.0

They responded almost at the same time the whistle was blown. With that one sound, it relayed information to the entire troop that Crockta had appeared, that he was at the rear, and that he was not alone.0

The entire military camp moved like a single organism, and Rommel was at the heart of it. Beyond the knight squadrons, Crockta was able to see Rommel whom he had only seen on videos. Rommel was a good-looking young elf, but unlike normal elves, he donned a heavyweight armor that humans usually wore.0

When he gestured, the knights began to charge at Crockta’s group, and the blue dragon flag flapped alongside the imperial flag. They were most probably the Blue Dragon Lancers, commonly known as the Empire’s greatest knights along with the White Lion Knights. The knights, armed with lances, charged at Crockta and the members of Praise the Orc. In response, Crockta wielded his greatsword.0

“Oh my, is that the so-called ‘Lance Charging’?” Gilgamesh murmured out of...0