Godo was beginning to regret it. He had blindly underestimated the Insect Race's tactical abilities, and now he would have to pay the price.
Mude, on the other hand, could accept reality. After all, his own people mattered more than the Southern Realm coalition.
"Godo, what are you agonizing over? Surrender. There's no way out for us now."
But Godo shook his head. "If we surrender, how can we face the honored dead? How can we face the coalition?"
Mude sneered. "If you're talking about those who died in battle, I have nothing to say. But if you're talking about the coalition, then I have a few things to get off my chest."
"Who put us in this predicament? If Kexoya had listened to you and attacked before the Insect Race realized how important this place was, would we be trapped like this?"
Before Godo could argue, Mude continued, "Fine, suppose you refuse to surrender. A battle will be inevitable. What will Kexoya say when your people are killed or wounded? Will he sympathize with you? He'll only say this happened because you disobeyed orders."
Mude's words struck Godo right where it hurt. If he could not protect his people, there would probably be no place for him in the coalition even if he returned.
For Godo, the five minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Charm Spider sent another message.
"Have you two made your decision?"
Mude glanced at Godo and spoke first. "I'm willing to surrender, but you must guarantee my people's safety."
"Of course. The moment you surrender, you become one of us. Naturally, the Insect Race takes care of its own."
After a moment's hesitation, Godo said, "All right, I'll surrender too. Besides guaranteeing my people's safety, you must agree that we won't help you