Fang Hao didn't answer him, continuing in a low voice, "Are there any other transmigrators?"
They paused, thought for a moment, then said, "We were originally a group of four, but now only two of us are left. We don't know whether the other two are still alive."
The battle on the battlefield was intense. Dispersed by the undead army, they didn't stay together the entire time.
By the time they fled, only the two of them remained.
The survival chances of the other two were slim.
Fang Hao nodded, asking further, "Why were you helping the Blackstone Tribe?"
This question caused a knot in the throats of the two men who had just begun to hope again.
The lord in leather armor quickly replied, "We had no choice! Our territory is near the Blackstone Tribe. We have to obey their orders, otherwise, we wouldn't have survived until now."
"I've heard that all humans in the Blackstone Tribe have been killed. Why didn't they kill you?" Fang Hao continued to ask coldly.
