Testing Each Other-If He Couldn't Rob Qixing Territory, Couldn't He Rob the Centaurs Instead?

Roaming across the battlefield, Kyle captured two Silver Low-Tier Dwarf Warriors and bound five more maimed Dwarf Warriors. With one hand holding the rope and the other patting the Red Phosphorus Horse, he led them away from the battlefield.

Half an hour later, only a dozen or so Dwarf Warriors remained on the battlefield.

Blood had dyed the land red. Most of the bodies around them belonged to their own comrades, while the humans they had killed were pitifully few.

The teachings of the Dwarven Mountain God told them that suicide was shameful, surrender even more shameful than suicide, and dying in battle an honorable thing.

Cassius had no mercy for these Dwarves. He directly ordered an attack, having the remaining Dwarf soldiers hacked into mincemeat.

After three hours, the brief battle came to an end. Soldiers from the Fifth Battalion stepped forward, cut off the Dwarves' heads, and preserved them with lime.

A Viscount needed thirty thousand War Merit and eight hundred Battle Merit for promotion to Count. That was not easy to gather, so these Dwarf heads could not be wasted.

Velin dismounted, took out the Druid's Book, and prepared to begin the interrogation.

"Master, I have a faster method," Kyle said as he stepped forward to stop him.

"Then I'll leave it to you. I want to know why they attacked Qixing Territory." Seeing this, Velin put away the Druid's Book. It was better to use that soul-defiling Druid Spell as little as possible.

Kyle nodded, stepped forward, and cast the secret art True Word. The hatred in the eyes of the seven Dwarves scattered, their expressions went blank, and they stared dully at Kyle.

"Why did you attack Qixing Territory?"

"By order of the lord."

Five Dwarf Warriors gave the exact same answer in succession. Only