If he walked past without saying a word, it would be hard not to arouse suspicion.
He might as well take the initiative to say hello to those people.
Soon, Polos decided on a strategy.
First, he would take the initiative to explain that he had run into mud monkey halfway and had fled to the swamp in a panic.
Second, he would try to leave a good impression on the other party and see if he could join their team.
After all, his subordinates had all gone feeding the monkeys. There was only Spicer by his side, and he was obviously short-handed.
Thirdly, as long as he could follow these people, he would have a chance to steal the sword!
Even now, Polos still believed that the terrifying power of the sword wielder was originated from the sword.
Polos stared at the group of people on the swamp. The most eye-catching was the sword wielder.
Polos looked at the sword and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.