The sudden ambush came to a quick end.
Though it seemed formidable, the casualties among the Laine People were not heavy; upon tallying the numbers, only twelve had died, with even fewer wounded.
The main reason was the early detection and the enemy's particularly decisive retreat.
Clearly, the purpose of these Desert People was mere harassment, and they had not left but somehow found a way to hide, launching another sneak attack every half an hour or so.
After all, the desert was the Desert People's turf and the Laine People held no geographical advantage there.
At the meeting, the Silvermoon Knight massaged his brow.
Headaches had been tormenting his nerves; as a man with one foot in the grave, he really shouldn't be exerting himself so.
From the moment the first attack on Dew City failed, things had spiraled out of control.
But the situation being as it was, the Silvermoon Knight could only muster his spirits and discuss the next plan of action with his generals.
