In the distance, the sounds of gunshots and explosions still echoed ceaselessly. Rustling noises arose sporadically from within the dense primeval forest. Teams of attackers moved systematically along the winding trails, shifting the battlefield and avoiding head-on confrontation with the Judgement Knights.
"Sir, are those people Theron's men?" Luo'er looked towards the direction of the gunshots and explosions in the distance, then turned to Kroel and asked.
"Yes, I didn't expect these bastards to have such an array of firearms," Kroel said, changing the subject, and stared at Luo'er, "Why did you Earthlings sell these dangerous weapons to these heretics?"
"Sir, all hustle and bustle comes from the pursuit of profit. Who would refuse such an opportunity when there is money to be made?" Luo'er gave a nonchalant shrug in response.
"What do you mean?" Kroel did not understand the Chinese phrase that Luo'er had just used.
