Published: February 13, 2025
“Jin Gu, take a break and tend to your wounds.”
Someone handed over a potion for Jin Gu to bandage over the more than six wounds on his body, which were still bleeding. Jin Gu was the one who had been roaring in anger within the Hall People Camp, and he was also the captain of the entire squad, having sustained serious injuries in the previous battle.
Jin Gu did not reach for the potion, instead staring blankly ahead. The person sighed softly, placing the potion beside Jin Gu before sitting down. After glancing around and seeing the guards dutifully standing their posts, he took out some food to replenish his energy.
The entire team was in low spirits.
This was inevitable; they felt frustrated from that last battle, but the frustration was only superficial. When they thought about the reasons for their defeat, the morale of the team deflated again.
This included the usually proud Jin Gu.
This person knew that it was not Jin Gu's fault. Even among the small squad that had come here from Hall Planet, Jin Gu's individual strength might not be the strongest, but he definitely was not the weakest.
In the earlier skirmish, facing seventy or eighty opponents, Jin Gu had taken down two himself, and had also teamed up with others to eliminate another—this was quite an impressive record.
But it was not enough to secure victory for the entire squad.
“Actually, this defeat has little to do with you. Although we lost, we survived more than thirty people in the face of such overwhelming numbers, didn’t we? They lost nearly twenty, which isn’t much different from us. If we encounter them again, I think we might win back a round.”
The person spoke to himself, intending to comfort his fellow Hall person, Jin Gu.
But Jin Gu suddenly turned around and asked, “What did you say?”
“Huh?” The person was momentarily taken aback, then replied, “I said we could win back a round.”
Jin Gu nodded, his eyes regaining some light as he murmured, “Yes, we can win back a round.”
He stood up, pacing back and forth a few times, then continued, “After we lost, the Tarros Red Dwarfs must have lost too, right? Did you see how many of them are left?”
The person hesitated, “It seems… six or seven, maybe? They were already few.”
Jin Gu nodded again, thinking for a moment, “Maybe we really have a chance to turn the tables, or even complete the mission.”
………………
“Hey, do you think Cloud Summit is really using us as bait?”
The speaker was a big sword man surrounded by all members of the Alliance of Small Races.
This kind of suspicion was quite normal. Ye Zhongming had reached agreements with many small races, but that was a matter between him and the leaders of those races. For many newcomers here, they hadn’t even qualified to approach Ye Zhongming or Cloud Summit, so after Liang Chuyin formulated the plan, this team became the 'bait'.
The combat capability of the Alliance of Small Races had already been demonstrated in previous battles. They had fought the Tarros Red Dwarfs to a standstill, even with their numbers several times greater than their opponents. If it weren't for the support from the Su Clan Camp, perhaps the Dwarves' allies wouldn't have retreated.
From this, it was clear that overall, they were the weakest.
Small races are ultimately small races. Even with enhanced equipment, they still lagged far behind in other aspects compared to others.
“You’d better shut up.” A member of a small race from Dark Strip City looked at him discontentedly, saying, “You have no right to question what Cloud Summit is.”
In Dark Strip City, any small race closely related to Cloud Summit had received a lot of support and care from Ye Zhongming. They were the most intimate with Cloud Summit and had the most faith in Ye Zhongming. This responding newcomer had personally witnessed Ye Zhongming and the red dress guard kill master-level opponents in Dark Strip City. At that moment, Ye Zhongming and Cloud Summit Manor became his idol.