Thinking back to Nalant's sudden visit when they had been in the satellite city, the satellite-city commanders naturally trusted Nalant beyond measure.
But the problem was that this time was too special.
In the current situation, unless a god personally intervened, there might be a chance to turn the situation around.
And if the gods did not act, then there was absolutely no chance of reversing the tide.
Because of that, the satellite-city commanders actually still wanted to question him a little.
But when they thought of how Nuk City's commander was still woozily shaking his head, they simply did not dare voice those doubts.
Instead, they asked, "Lord Nalant, will half an hour really be enough?"
"That's right. I only need you to hold on for half an hour. Preserve your strength as much as possible!"
Nalant nodded solemnly.
"All right, Lord Nalant. With our Flame Legion here, forget half an hour—even three hours, we can still hold out."
"Even if our Flame Legion fights to the very last man, we will never surrender to the Gods' Allied Army."
After saying that, the satellite-city commanders left.
Thankfully, they left quickly, or Nalant definitely would have knocked them a few more times.
"Those fools. Didn't I tell them to preserve their strength? Who told them to fight with their lives on the line?"
Nalant shook his head, then began scanning the surrounding forest.
At this moment, quite a few parts of the forest had already begun to blaze, but the flames had not yet reached Nalant's requirements.
Instead, the thick black smoke had already covered half the sky first.
"Fire, oh fire, hurry up and burn faster. I'm waiting here for you to save lives!"
Nalant muttered inwardly.
Previously, the Gods' Allied Army had relied on fire to defeat him.