Bud opened his mouth to speak again.

�I contacted Cale, so that punk should come with our allies.�

Bud could feel a sense of hope and anticipation filling the people around him.
What was the reason that they were trying to run away and resist as long as possible?
It was because they had hope that someone might come to save them.
Bud mentioned Cale because he knew that that was the case and wanted to push them a little more.

�But� Cale. That punk shouldn�t come here.�

Bud held back a sigh that wanted to burst out.

�That punk will definitely try to get here as quickly as possible because I couldn�t keep my trap shut and asked him for help.�

Bud recalled the moment he realized the strength of the enemies and started to frown.

�I should have contacted him to tell him not to come.�

But he didn�t have a mage to send such a message.
Glenn and the others who could use magic were the first to be attacked and none of them could use magic right now.

��I looked down on that White Star bastard. No, we were lacking information.�

The White Star was the leader of their enemies, but he had more than just subordinates.
He also had helpers and cooperators.

�One thousand years was not a short period of time.�

Bud tried to hide the fact that he was almost out of breath before starting to speak again.

�Let�s give it our best for just a little longer.�

Hearing Bud, the leader of the operation, speaking so sternly and thinking about Cale coming to save them made the group energetic again.
They all dragged their tired bodies, carried their injured comrades, and pushed off once again.

* * *

They must have run like that for who knows how long.

�Bud-nim.�

Bud nodded his head at the Elf who was looking at him.
Some of the Elves stepped forward and cut the bushes.

A large open area appeared.
A wide plain where the trees and bushes were completely clear was in front of Bud. JrNovels.com