"Bron was killed? How could that be?"
On the other side, the Black-Clothed Man, who was commanding the frontline at the main battlefield, nearly jumped in shock when he received the news!
The priests and Naga warriors beside him were also stunned, clearly having never expected this situation.
They were still waiting for Bron to come support them. That fellow was the logistics mage of the Biological army. To coordinate with his Angela Totem, more than half of the army's mutated genes carried the power of the Evil God's insect race. And now they were telling him that Bron had been killed in the rear?
What was going on?
Just because he had gone to intercept that lone army force that had penetrated deep into the rear?
Was this a joke?
The man stood up grimly and hurriedly asked the Intelligence Officer, "Do you know the details?"
The scout who had rushed over quickly swallowed the Energy Potion in his mouth and shook his head. "We didn't dare approach. After confirming from a distance that Bron Master had perished, we immediately ran back."
Everyone: ""
For a moment, no one knew whether to blame the scout or not. Under normal circumstances, a scout indeed shouldn't have risked himself to confirm the details. Otherwise, they might not even have managed to bring back the news that Bron had been killed.
But now, they knew nothing about the details or even what kind of enemy they were dealing with. All they knew was that there was an enemy in the rear capable of killing Bron. Aside from adding to their pressure, it was absolutely no help.
The man shook his head and waved for the scout to leave. The scout looked as if he had been granted a pardon, hurriedly saluted, and