On the pothole-filled road, a convoy of twelve transport vehicles from the Demon Race struggles to move forward.
Each vehicle is drawn by four evil-horned rhinos, loaded with demon crystals and various potions needed at the front line.
"Damn! This road is harder to navigate than a swamp full of slugs!" A lizardman soldier kicked the wheel furiously, splattering mud all over his boots.
He pointed at the road's dense potholes and complained, "Those fools at the front line, fighting a battle is fine, but they don't have to destroy the entire road. Do they not understand the importance of roads?"
Another Demon Race soldier glanced at his companion, "Why rush? It's not necessarily a bad thing to arrive late. They're currently attacking the city over there, who knows how fierce it is? With our skills, it's hard to say how much credit we can get, but the chance of dying for nothing isn't small!"
