"Lord Worton, what should we do next?" A Black Robe lowered his head and asked.
The leading Black Robe looked at the chaos on the battlefield and said in a deep voice, "Lord Belger ordered us to launch a probing attack against the Silver Dragon Burke Kingdom and scout the situation. Enzo, do you think the three of us can trade blows with this West Wind Knight?"
"We would undoubtedly lose," Enzo answered seriously.
"Hughmo, what do you think?" Worton turned to ask the other man.
"We have no chance of winning," Hughmo, the Black Robe, replied coldly.
"Once those Gnolls and Ogres whose minds have been lost to the Dragon Smoke Mist are all dead, we'll withdraw." Worton set the tone for the matter.
The two remained silent and raised no objections, inwardly agreeing with their superior's decision.
Worton glanced at them from the corner of his eye, but he could not detect any other expression on Enzo's or Hughmo's faces.
Both were his subordinates, but he did not know which one had been planted beside him by Priest Belger—or whether both were spies, or whether he was simply overthinking things.
Although he could use some methods to kill them now, it would be difficult to explain after returning, so he could only extinguish that thought.
The internal factions of the Dragon Worship Cult were deeply entangled. If not for that operation six years ago, when his eight loyal subordinates had died covering his retreat, killed by that berserk, maddened Red Dragon, he would not need to be so cautious now, nor would he have to let that bastard Belger order him around.
"Recently, the Legendary silver dragon has been investigating this region from time to time. The source should be this West Wind Knight. Perhaps I can borrow