"General Cassius, it has been a long time." Surilen crossed his hands over his chest and bowed to the other party.
Cassius looked at the centaur general before him. A friendly smile appeared on his stern face as he replied, "General Surilen, I never expected to meet you here."
"As Great Chieftain Rodis's envoy, I came here in goodwill and hope to meet your lord," Surilen said directly, without beating around the bush.
"You may." Cassius nodded, then added, "But only you may go. The other centaurs must remain here."
"Of course." Surilen answered with a smile.
Seeing this, Cassius waved over two knights and had them lead Surilen to the rear to meet their lord.
The orderly ranks of soldiers parted to either side, revealing a path leading to the rear.
Surilen followed behind the two knights and headed toward the rear.
Glancing at the warriors on both sides from the corner of his eye, he was somewhat shocked. Compared with eight years ago, their strength had risen to another level.
On the way to meet their lord, Surilen could not help comparing the Great Chieftain's elite guards with this army. He shook his head regretfully.
Even with the gods' favor, they could only fight them to a draw. As for defeating them, the chances were extremely slim.
After walking more than a thousand meters, Surilen reached the rear and saw his target.
"Lord Velin, it has been many years since we parted at the Dwarves' border. Have you been well?" Surilen stepped forward with a smile, bowed, and expressed his respect.
"I have been fairly well." Velin smiled in reply. "General Surilen, you look quite well yourself. I imagine you have lived quite comfortably these past few years."
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