The old warrior wearing an eyepatch rose to his feet, his face looking grim.
"I will bring my troops to them and surrender. I don't think they will kill war prisoners." He spoke in a heavy tone.
Hearing this, the four Transcendent Knights didn't know how to react.
"Sir, you've seen what they did to Atarkan. Are you really going to surrender to those people?!"
"I understand your frustrations, I really do. I have friends and relatives among the warriors killed in Atarkan, so I'm also furious. However…"
The old warrior scanned their faces one by one before he continued. "Behind us are three hundred thousand men! I don't want to see any more of them getting killed."
The four commanders fell silent upon hearing this.
"We have no time to discuss this." The old warrior didn't wait for their response and left with haste.
…
"The enemies are before us! Unsheathe your weapons!" Lucas roared as he urged his horse to move faster.
