"Four against two, the real fight's coming!"
Gareth clenched the battle axe in his hand.
"The intel was wrong, let's get out of here first!" Tristan loudly suggested.
From the last battle, Tristan knew that as long as he wasn't killed on the spot, he could always recover through the Inheritance Ceremony.
But now.
He couldn't afford to be injured.
"Where can we run to?"
"We are the last line of defense. The combat power of these two beasts is enough to tear through the forest's outer barrier, and then they'll directly enter the town."
Gaheris frowned deeply.
"We have no way out!"
He raised his left hand, and a blue light rose into the air, then exploded violently.
"Let's fight to the last, even if it means we suffer mutual destruction. As long as someone finds our Inheritance Core, we will still have a chance to make a comeback."
"It's meaningless," Tristan clearly didn't want to continue fighting. "Even if we kill them, it won't be long before they revive in the forest."
