At that moment, the instant Neil Bergman saw Roland, his heart sank to the bottom.
He had originally intended to pay a certain price and make peace with the enemy.
But would Roland, who bore such deep hatred toward him, really let him off so easily?
Hearing Neil Bergman's cry of alarm, Roland did not answer. Instead, a savage smile appeared on his face, and he waved his hand.
"Kill."
"Charge with me!" O'Neal took the lead once again.
Thirteen Magical Beast Knights contracted with Green-Haired Turtles followed close behind.
As they charged, the Green-Haired Turtles beneath them suddenly released a curtain of water, enveloping both themselves and the riders on their shells.
The sight made Neil Bergman's expression change once more.
Though his territory's income could not support the enormous cost of raising magical beasts, he knew full well how powerful magical beast cavalry could be.
Even though most of the dozen or so Magical Beast Knights in the Loyal Lion Brigade rode Low-level Magical Beasts like Green-Haired Turtles, they could still play an enormous role on the battlefield.
The Water Shields enveloping them alone were enough to let them fight two opponents of the same level at once.
How could Yellow Stone Island's already outnumbered guard force possibly deal with that?
Thus, Neil Bergman knew very clearly that although the battle had not yet begun, his defeat was already inevitable.
So, before O'Neal could launch a full assault, Neil Bergman hurriedly shouted, "Honorable Lord Roland, please do not attack yet. I am willing to pay compensation to make up for the mistakes I committed in the past."
"I hope you will show mercy and not start a war so easily."
After speaking, Neil Bergman glanced from the corner of his eye at O'Neal and the others, who were