Two silver wolves, one strong and one thin.
The lighter silver wolf carried five masked beastman mages on its back.
The other robust silver wolf carried two elves, also masked, and from their attire, one could vaguely determine that one was an archer and the other a magician.
In front of those two elves stood a majestic man, his colorful hair flowing in the wind, a strange mask covering half of his face.
He was the Colorful-haired Masked Man.
The man who had driven the Empire to distraction.
Quickly assembling the troops, General Skaler, responsible for guarding Benliang City, involuntarily frowned.
Bringing such a small number of people to attack, does he have some kind of ingenious strategy? Or is he here to surrender to the Luo Ze Empire?
Benliang City currently has a garrison of forty thousand, and in times of crisis, it can quickly contact surrounding units for support. To think of dealing with so many with that small number is undoubtedly wishful thinking.
