"If these two troublemakers are here, it's likely they're using the Northern King to get rid of a few people. Without his permission, do you think they'd waste their time playing with us?" Zavier Leach remarked quietly, his words serving as a stark reminder to everyone present.
Tristan Yandell, ever the stubborn one, grinned and said, "Last night, I sent a list of information to the commander."
"What list?" Dominic Lowe and Zavier were both shocked, their eyes blazing with anger.
This was utter nonsense!
Normally, if there were any issues, they could just inform a few of the old fellows.
If Braydon Neal was alerted, no one would have a good outcome.
Tristan's face turned cold as he spoke in a low voice, "The list was of soldiers transferred from the Northern Army to various ruins. After the disaster of the 3,000 ruins, 316,729 Northern Army soldiers died in battle. The elites of the Northern Army lost 6,420,000 men in combat!"
