"Need help? Lord Daz, then thank you for your kind offer, but we are already prepared to return in triumph. We do not need your help!"
"So, please move aside!"
Nalant took in Daz's expression and heightened his guard.
If the other side truly dared to make a move, he would immediately strike back.
Although every one of his subordinates was wounded now, if they truly fought, it was still uncertain who would come out on top.
Of course, it would be best if no conflict broke out.
After all, Daz and his lot did not care about their subordinates' casualties.
But Nalant did.
This was all the capital he had. If another major battle broke out, even victory would make his heart bleed beyond measure.
After hearing Nalant's words, Daz did not immediately back down. Instead, he stood in the middle of the field in silence.
Seeing this, Nalant's subordinates all raised their vigilance, placing their hands on the hilts of their swords.
For a moment, the field was strangely quiet, yet the atmosphere was exceptionally stifling.
Seeing this, Nalant had already secretly prepared to use his spiritual power to open his storage space.
The instant battle began, he would unhesitatingly take out the dozen-odd enhanced grenades stored within and throw them.
These enhanced grenades were highly effective against orcs, and they were equally useful against human knights.
At that moment, Daz seemed to have finally made up his mind.
Thinking of the nearly four hundred subordinates who had been tricked to their deaths, as well as Isabella standing beside Nalant.
If he took revenge now, he could still pin it on the orcs.
But if he waited until after their return, then it would be absolutely impossible for him to retaliate against Nalant.
Clang!
At that thought, Daz