Hearing this, Elimon's eyes filled with grief and indignation.
He knew perfectly well what finding a "good home" meant. He was already aware of his future fate, but to hear it stated so bluntly was an affront to his dignity.
After receiving Robson's assurance, Elimon recounted the entire incident from beginning to end.
According to Elimon, the Beastmen had dispatched an army of nearly twenty thousand.
'Twenty thousand... The entire area in front of Qimo Fortress couldn't even hold that many. No matter how weak the Beastmen are, a force of that size could crush Qimo Fortress with a direct charge.'
'So I'm the one left holding the bag,' Robson thought.
"My lord, what should we do now?" Bruce Priest asked from the side.
Robson knew he wasn't just asking about the enemies before them now, but also about the larger Beastman Army in the future.
Robson could certainly fight them on his own, but the losses would be more than he could afford.
