"If you refuse to think about making a change, then every commoner and believer on the Flame Continent will be buried with him!"
"All right, commanders, I think it's time I took my leave as well. Remember—stay alive. Only by living can you better help the believers of your Flame Continent!"
With that, Nalant did not wait for these satellite-city commanders to respond. With a Spatial Teleportation, he vanished from the spot.
"This..." As Nalant disappeared, the satellite-city commanders looked at one another, doubt showing on their faces.
Nalant said they would not die. Why was that?
Judging by the current situation, the subordinates on the city wall had already suffered more than half their number in casualties, and they themselves certainly would not abandon their men and flee.
And what the city guards and that Flame High Priest were plotting was precisely against them.
If they did not die, then those people would probably never come to reinforce them.
So, no matter what, they had to die.
Boom!
Boom!
"What's that sound?" Just as the satellite-city commanders' thoughts spun through a hundred turns, they suddenly heard a rumbling from the night.
"It's warhorses. Where are warhorses coming from at a time like this?"
But very soon, they identified it as the sound of warhorses galloping.
The satellite-city commanders turned to look inside the city. No warhorses were coming to reinforce them from within; the main road was still quiet and empty.
In that case, only outside the city was left.
But the Wave Legion outside had no need to send out cavalry at all. The city wall had not even been breached yet.
"Wait, could it be..."
The satellite-city commanders suddenly thought of what Nalant had said earlier.
And that was exactly the truth. At that moment, a roar