In the mountains, we can hear all sorts of cries.
In Stoneveil City, we can also hear all sorts of cries.
"Woof woof!" That's the sound of Omen's beloved dog.
"Caw caw—" That's the sound of the giant eagle with a knife stuck in its leg.
"No drinking potions!" That's the earnest advice of a Molten Furnace Knight teacher not yet discovered.
"Ugh aaaah!" That's Greg's cry.
When the soldiers appeared carrying a large amount of limb materials, Uffie and the others clearly frowned, not expecting a group brawl scenario.
However, upon reflection, it seemed to make sense. Greg is a great Lord, and doesn't need to personally engage in a fight with them. Summoning his soldiers for a group brawl is truly the king of strategies.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed there were quite a few familiar faces among those soldiers, likely those who had come to chase them after hearing the commotion, only to fall due to a broken elevator. Now, seeing old enemies, the combat power doubled.
