Favri was not sleep-addled at all. In fact, his calculations were perfectly sound.
The Burning Corps would never obediently withdraw from a position they had fought so hard to seize, but that did not stop him from opening the negotiations with outrageous demands.
As it happened, there was a perfect candidate right beside him.
Since you, Pangolin, were so capable, you could be the one to open this river with your mouth.
To put it bluntly.
He just wanted to see this guy make a fool of himself. He had never expected him to actually talk the Burning Corps into withdrawing. Once the Alliance was angered by this fellow and decided to settle both old and new scores, would it not be wonderful for him to step in and mediate?
The more Favri thought about it, the more he felt like a genius!
What he did not know, however, was that the people before him were all this man beside him's "gaming friends."
Just a few hours ago, they had even been chatting on the same forum.
As Favri smiled at "Pangolin," the latter's expression gradually changed from surprise to speechlessness.
Battlefield Atmosphere Team could now confirm that this guy really was not joking.
He had genuinely stayed up so late that he had become muddleheaded!
This guy truly believed he could talk the Alliance's most elite regiment into retreating with nothing but his mouth.
Faced with countless eyes focused on him, Battlefield Atmosphere Team was unwilling ten thousand times over, but he could only nod grimly and bite the bullet.
"I'll give it a try."
After coolly tossing out those words, he strode forward, leaving behind a tall, imposing silhouette for the Velander soldiers.
At the same time, atop the ruins opposite them, Old White and Fang Chang watched