The Scouts in the forest crossed the river one after another, and all sorts of information about the Palas Knight army were also brought back. Brand's young Mage Attendant Char was standing on the watchtower at this moment, robed and holding a Magic Wand, staring hard into the distance toward the North, then turning back to say to the person behind him, "The casualties are even worse than we imagined. The loss rate for the Scouts we sent North is all above forty to fifty percent. These are all veteran Soldiers with rich Experience. In three days, we've lost at least fifty men, and there are three times that number wounded."
In the end he added, "If I were the Lord, at this rate I'd just pack up and run."
"Which is why you are not the Lord." The Elf Princess, clad in a suit of Silver Armor, gave him a glance and answered coolly. Medisha wore the pointed helm unique to the Silver Elf, her small face wrapped within, lips pressed tight, looking valiant and imposing.
