"Yes!" The Iron Folk stepped forward, standing in front of the pale captive whose eyes shone with a dark amber light, "I advise you to reveal more details, otherwise, with the information you've provided, compared to the crime of spying on our march, you'll most likely have to choose between being beheaded and drowning alive."
The Hillsman asked carefully, "Can I choose to die of old age?"
Scott hit him in the face with the scabbard, "We've added being dismembered and thrown away as an option for you to choose. Speak."
Ian frowned slightly, paying no attention to Scott's interrogation on the side.
They had captured a talkative captive, obtaining information about the interior of Leyan Territory, but the situation was not as simple as he had imagined.
Clearly, aside from the Fiery Flame Land and the Independent Villagers, both the Pro-Empire Faction and the Pacification Faction harbored treacherous thoughts.
