Upon hearing Camilla's words, Morak couldn't help but fall into contemplation. The orc general known as the Champion Warrior sighed softly, "A clever beast won't willingly tread a path with no retreat—over the years, we've been too reliant on the false 'sense of security' brought by the great walls and mountain barriers..."
"Yes," Camilla tugged at the corner of her mouth, "But actually, Venna and Studeer realized it two years ago—the only pity is that we woke up too late. The monsters in the wasteland won't obediently cooperate with us to reconstruct the defensive line... hsss."
Morak immediately grew tense: "Do you need a physician?"
"No need, I'm not that fragile," Camilla waved her hand and then propped herself up on the edge of the bed and got to her feet, "Alright, the time for fragile lamentations is over. I should go do what I'm supposed to. Morak, bring me my armor."
