Marlon fell into deep silence.
We only have a little more than fifteen thousand warriors left. If we include the volunteer forces… No…
Most of them are old men and youngsters who could barely hold a sword.
If we fight Astania's army, it would be a disaster.
His face darkened the more he thought about the situation.
While he was hesitating, Alaric's stern voice drifted into his ears.
"General Marlon, we have hundreds of thousands of warriors who can fight and the person leading us is also a Venerable. Please think wisely."
Hearing this, Marlon's face fell.
He had received word that the Venerable stationed in their city, Rudner, had fallen into battle.
However, he didn't believe it.
He thought that it was the work of Astania's people, intentionally spreading false rumors to make all of Midgard anxious.
He didn't want to believe that Rudner had died.
Is Lord Rudner truly dead?
Marlon's heart sank at the bottom of the abyss.
