If one were to compare the despair of each place in the human realm, perhaps the Eldrathor Kingdom was the most miserable right now.
They had just lost a military base.
It could be said that the Eldrathor Kingdom had completely fallen to the demon race.
And of course, the demons were not satisfied with this result.
They only wanted to kill humanity.
Demons were inhumane creatures.
So, no matter how pitiful humanity appeared, compassion had never existed in the hearts of the demon race.
Many cities had been destroyed.
Many innocent people were put into an eternal sleep by the demons.
Currently, other than the capital and a few surrounding cities, the people of the Eldrathor Kingdom had no place to live.
"...So, have we received any news from the capital?"
Leaning against a moss-covered wall, with a pale and haggard face, missing an arm, a tired man spoke up.
He looked miserable, but in reality, he was once the commander of the military base that was destroyed by the demon race not long ago.
And opposite that man, was a young man who also had a very bad expression.
"Unfortunately, sir, they refused our request."
The man did not respond, only silently glancing at the horizon in the distance.
Although it looked peaceful right now, he knew very well that soon, the demons would appear, and destroy everything.
A sarcastic and helpless smile appeared at the corner of the man’s blood-stained lips.
"So that was their choice...?"
He knew better than anyone else that the destruction of this city and its people was only a matter of time.
That was why he had hoped that other cities, or even the capital, would take them in.
But, life was not like a dream.
Because those people had rejected the man’s request without a second thought.
They would rather let the people of this city die than take them in.
They were truly inhumane.
"But... I can’t blame them either..."
The Kingdom of Eldrathor was on the verge of collapse.
And if other cities took in these people, the food rations would be forced to increase.
And that would also mean that the amount of food would be greatly reduced.
In this situation, food was extremely important.
It was even more important than the lives of some people.
Unable to bear it, the young man spoke, trying to soothe the bitter feelings in the man’s heart:
"Sir, don’t lose hope. We must unite to survive."
But, those words were like rubbing salt into the wound.
The man muttered, revealing a sarcastic smile.
Unconsciously, the voice that the man had heard in his head not long ago popped up in his mind.
"Even those of the same kingdom cannot unite, how can another kingdom cooperate with us?"
The man was always confident in his judgment.
That was why when he heard that voice, he thought it was useless.
That speech would never work.
An enemy would always be an enemy.
That was an unshakable truth.
But, it seemed that this time, his judgment was incorrect.
"Oh my god, Bringham, what kind of mood is this? You used to be a brave man. Why do you look like a wet rat right now?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
But, its owner was not that young man.
Its owner was someone the man knew very well.
But, this acquaintance was not positive.
The moment that voice was raised, his eyes flashed with an indescribable emotion.
Perhaps... disbelief?
"...Why... are you here?"
The man looked at the person who had just appeared and was walking towards him.
"Tsk tsk tsk. You’re always confident in your judgment, but unfortunately, you’re wrong this time, old man. Because otherwise, why would I be here? Along with those people."
The general of the Sylvandar Kingdom.
The one who held the entire army of the Sylvandar Kingdom.
Not paying much attention to the feelings of the man named Bringham, Rolo kept glancing around.
Evaluating the situation as quickly as possible.
And then, Rolo clicked his tongue.
"I knew the situation in the Eldrathor Kingdom was bad, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad."
In any place, as long as there were people, there would definitely be positive emotions.
But, at this moment, this city was covered by a wave of negative emotions.
Sad, desperate, no longer wanting to live, ...
"So what? Did you come here just to mock me?"
"Of course not, I don’t have time to do such worthless things."
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And then, even without a single order coming from his mouth, these doctors still started going everywhere, healing the soldiers one by one.
Prioritizing the seriously injured.
Bringham’s eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"What do you mean by doing these things, Rolo Hugo?"
The kingdom of Eldrathor and the kingdom of Sylvandar were sworn enemies.
And now, the kingdom of Sylvandar was helping the kingdom of Eldrathor?
This was hard to believe.
But at the same time, Bringham really wanted to believe what was happening.
Rolo looked at Bringham, smiling meaningfully.
"We came to help the Eldrathor kingdom from this tragedy. No need to thank us."
Bringham asked doubtfully.
But then, the man paused as he remembered something.
"Could it be because of... the voice we heard at that time?"
Rolo said nothing, only nodding.
"...It really worked?"
Bringham did not hate that person, but he had never considered that person a god like the others.
Suddenly, Rolo’s rough hand landed on Bringham’s shoulder.
"My friend, I remember that you never considered Hero Dix a god, right?"
Even though they were enemies, Rolo knew more about Bringham than his own family.
At that moment, a saying appeared in the man’s mind:
— Know your enemy well, and you will win every battle.
Then, with a sly smile that defied his age, Rolo continued:
"Perhaps you should change your mind after this battle is over."
Normally, Bringham would hate being lectured .
Especially when that person was his sworn enemy.
But at this moment, he did not have any negative feelings at all.
"Perhaps I should really do it."