"Lord Cusius, I didn't expect you to be involved in this ambush."
After sending off his brother and the northbound army, Count Evan turned back and smiled at a middle-aged man dressed in a white mage robe:
Cusius didn't seem to want to expand on the topic, and simply responded in a lukewarm manner, "I just happened to be present."
Of course, these words didn't fool Count Evan, but he didn't question it further.
This ambush against the Dark Cavalry evidently involved many powers. Count Evan felt the need to personally return and question his father to learn the whole truth.
However, seeing the injured soldiers gathered around, Count Evan's brows furrowed deeply.
At this moment, he understood clearly the fierce price that his brother had paid for the ambush on the Dark Cavalry.
The Pegasus Army of two hundred thousand, had suffered thirty thousand deaths, fifty thousand injured, and another twenty thousand had become deserters under the Dark Cavalry's ferocious counterattack.
