When Wyatt Barnes, Remi Sinclair, and Seeker Sinclair walked out of the tent, they were taken aback.
A throng of nearly ninety thousand soldiers kneeled before the central tent, their expressions a mix of grief and anger. Waves of voices rolled over, echoing throughout the Flourishing City, as if a cloud of gloom had descended.
The residents of Flourishing City had congregated in the streets, their faces pallid with despair.
"I had thought that when the Crimson Drake Army arrived, they would certainly join forces with the border troops to counter the South Kingdom... I never expected such a devastating defeat!"
"Humph! This had nothing to do with the Crimson Drake Army. It is entirely due to the ridiculous commands of that damn military strategist that our border committed such a large number of soldiers!"
"How do you know?"
"I have a cousin in the border troops. He and his comrades are currently begging General Ho to sentence that damn military strategist to death!"