"Awwooo~" With a wolf howl, Fang rode Blue Frost straight across the river's surface.
Working in tandem, the two Frost-Wolf Knights watched as Neil chopped off the advanced rat's head. The first battle of the morning had finally come to an end.
The Ratmen had been wiped out, but only a few of the surviving otter tribe remained. After much effort, Shilena found several survivors. One of them pulled a magic-patterned shell from the pocket on his chest.
"We came from the Royal Court. Retainer Shitade has already gone to notify the Royal Court's army," the otter said weakly, his breath as thin as a thread. "Hurry and inform all the tribes and city-states within The Basin. Drive out every Ratman. The White Elephant God has issued a divine oracle: if necessary, you may make peace and cooperate with Gallop Plains..."
"Make peace?" Netherland cried out instinctively.
"Make peace? Does that mean they're done fighting?" Smiles spread across Fang's face and those of many knights. To them, peace was the best possible news.
"What does that mean? They don't want to fight anymore?" Neil looked at Shilena. The otter beastman's voice was not only extremely faint, but also thick with an unfamiliar accent, so Neil did not dare conclude that this supposed Royal Court representative had truly come to ask the beastmen to sue for peace.
"Yes. This shell is specially made by the otter tribe and can directly transmit messages from the Beastmen Royal Court." The female warrior monk held the shell to her ear and listened for a moment before nodding. "They really are asking the local beastmen to negotiate with Lord Landen and deal with the rats first."
"What kind of nonsense is that? They fight when they want to fight, and negotiate when they want to