Amira's plan was rather simple.
They would find a way to get the worker to let them out of the carriage. Once out, they would immediately charge at the royal carriage with the intention of harming whoever was inside.
Such a plan was naturally suicidal, but it also offered them a slim chance to escape their plight.
"I don't know how many of us will survive, but as long as we do and inform our tribe, these slave traders will feel our wrath." Amira wasn't a saint. She knew how dangerous and risky her plan was.
"If someone has to be sacrificed, then let me be the one." Amira's brother, Dayton, said in a calm voice. "Had it not been for me, we wouldn't have fallen into a trap and got captured in the first place."
"Brother—" Amira wanted to say something.
"The plan was brought by you. One of us has to do the vanguard; otherwise, the rest won't be convinced." Dayton halted her. A suicidal plan with the death rate as high as 99.99% meant the other beastmen might not obey.
