"Hold the formation! Silence the noise!"
Calvin frowned tightly and suppressed the clamor with a low voice.
Only after the mercenaries had calmed down did his gaze cross the open ground and settle on the conspicuous Slime atop the battlements.
Green, round, with a pair of big round eyes... it possessed every trait a Slime should have.
Though it was clearly only a low-grade Demonic Beast, he could see curiosity and intelligence in its eyes. Beside it stood several upright figures with long, pointed ears—elves.
Elves? The goblins' intelligence had never mentioned this.
Calvin's frown deepened, and a powerful sense of unease rose within him.
Could the Undead Knight the goblins mentioned have been a lie, while these elves were the true supporters behind the scenes?
The situation had instantly become far more complicated than he had anticipated. Yet the expedition force had spent a fortune from the Black Fang Mercenary Group to reach this point. The arrow was already on the string; even if he wished to retreat now, the mercenaries behind him would never agree.
Thus, he could only forcibly suppress his doubts, his gaze turning cold and resolute.
On the city wall, Chen Yu's large round eyes were also watching the human Knight below, who was clearly the leader.
Their gazes seemed to collide in the smoke-scented air.
No words were needed. An unspoken understanding of battle had already been reached.
Calvin abruptly drew his Knight Sword, pointing its tip straight at the fortress. His voice was decisive. "Attack!"
"Kill!!!" The mercenaries' long-suppressed fighting spirit erupted, releasing deafening roars.
Heavy-shield warriors stood at the very front, taking heavy steps as they began a steady advance toward the fortress.
Almost at the same moment, Chen Yu's order spread throughout the territory through the Strategist Slime. "Stop them!"
"Bzzzz!!!"