Lance's alarm was like a bucket of cold water pouring instantaneously over the heads of the merrymakers.
Then uncontrollable fear began to spread among the crowd.
What kind of scale would an enemy be to make the White Armor tribe's warriors sound such a piercing alarm?
Even casually thinking about it, one knows it definitely won't be just a simple sneak attack!
The current situation...
Both Alva and Isaiah are not in the village.
The enemy's timing is simply horrendous, choosing exactly the moment when all warriors are dispatched.
Letting the remaining old, weak, and injured fight the enemy's ambush would infinitely enlarge the failure rate.
"Everyone hide, all White Armor men who can still move, defend the final line with me!"
Seeing the sparse soldiers gathering, he also saw the expression of death written on the faces within the village.
Lance gritted his teeth.
He absolutely cannot be the sinner of the White Armor tribe.
