The long silence was like an invisible boulder, weighing heavily upon the woodland. Watching the four of them grow increasingly terrified as they stood frozen in place, the wolf demons of the Demon Armor Corps all wore mocking smiles, clearly enjoying Bobo and the others' reactions.
Old York, the minotaur, was the first to break the silence. As if he had realized something, he suddenly asked, "Wedge's disappearance was your doing? What did you do to him?"
"Wedge? What Wedge? Are you talking about that... lost little calf?" one of the wolf demons said. "Ah, if it's that kid, he should still be alive for now, since we still need him to confirm the Witch's route."
"But..." He revealed a cruel smile. "Once we've squeezed enough information out of him, I suppose we won't need him anymore."
His tone instantly made Old York and the others understand the implication. The missing Wedge had most likely become their torture victim, and his future was doomed to be grim.
"Brother Bobo, we have to find a way to fight our way out," the Goblin named Ironhead said in a low voice.
After learning that the people before them were the legendary Demon Armor Corps, the fighting spirit in all four of them immediately vanished. They had only chosen to bet on the Witch because they expected an easy victory. Now that the situation had turned against them, it was perfectly normal for them to want to back out.
But the Demon Armor Corps was infamous as a true war machine. Their treatment of prisoners, and even ordinary members of the Demon race, had always been to squeeze out every last bit of value before casually "disposing" of them. Surrender was clearly a dead end. Their only choice was to fight desperately.
Fortunately,