The remaining two thousand troops established the final camp, awaiting the arrival of the last moment. No knight chose to surrender, no knight chose to fall. Even though the God of Darkness whispered in their ears, they remained steadfast in their belief in the Lady of the Lake.
Marquis Angxi's lips turned purple, and his face was pale. He picked up the Magic Communication Device in vain, only to put it down immediately.
He no longer had any gemstones. Just yesterday, during a call, his tent was raided by beastmen, resulting in heavy losses. The shield emblem given to him by the king and his family heirloom shield were even taken by the beastmen. He himself barely escaped the encirclement under the desperate protection of his personal guard.
