Ingram did not hesitate in the slightest. "It is the honor of our three fleets to have Lord Klaist personally command us. My lord, please give the order..."
Klaist nodded gratefully. Though he held some status among the Elf Race, he had no military rank. Grand Elder Fatis had always liked to weaken the Elf Queen's authority, so the officers in the military, which Fatis firmly controlled, often obeyed Klaist only on the surface while defying him behind his back. Ingram was different, and Klaist was deeply grateful for that.
"Cruiser Decayed Wood, cruiser Deadwood, cruiser Paulownia Wood—all Elf Race warriors are to evacuate immediately and distribute themselves evenly among the other warships. Leave behind only the essential personnel needed to operate the ships. Dismantle all heavy weapons and energy reserves, then distribute them among the other warships as well!"
The moment the order was issued, everyone's hearts tightened. It seemed Lord Klaist intended to use those three warships to draw enemy fire...
Quite a few officers looked toward Ingram. In their view, even if they had to force their way through the wormhole, the warships from the Perth Galaxy or Harich Galaxy should at least be used as cannon fodder. Even if he deliberately ignored his own identity as an elf, he still had to consider the bigger picture. They were all cruisers, but the cruisers of the Perth and Harich fleets were far inferior to their own. They were far more suitable as cannon fodder...
In an instant, many officers branded Klaist as someone who favored outsiders over his own people...
Many of them kept signaling Ingram with their eyes. Unfortunately, Ingram simply looked at his nose, his nose at his heart, sitting there as unmoved as an old monk in meditation. Everyone was helpless. Ingram was the