At this moment, a clear thought flashed through everyone's minds, but it seemed to be too late to react. Two squads, Qian and Lorlor, had obviously faced defeat. However, these mercenaries had no time to mourn the loss of their comrades, for they were now in the same peril. These were experienced warriors; a glance was enough to understand that the opponent's numbers were at least three times their own.
Redi swallowed; although he was not afraid of death, he still felt suffocated in such a situation.
Yura, on the other hand, though blind, also understood how dangerous the current situation was.
"Conrad."
Buga spoke, his voice low and powerful.
"Oh?" A frivolous voice immediately responded from the forest, sounding like a young man: "Mr. Buga, you recognize me, but should I call you Cross Hand Buga, or the Duke of Lantoniyan, or the Personal Guard Captain of Duke Lune?"
