The soldier captain continued, "We were originally cavalrymen of the kingdom's Flying Knight Legion. Three months ago, we received orders from the kingdom to suppress the rebels here on the Wildhorse Plain—the Golden Knight Legion. Two months have passed, and our numbers have dwindled with every battle. The kingdom hasn't even sent us any supplies. Later, we found out that the nearby sawmill along the route had already been corrupted by the power of the undead, and the supply troops were all killed there and turned into undead. The rebels here, the Golden Knight Legion, are extremely formidable. Over two months ago, they used the terrain of the plain to crush our legion in a single stroke. Our legion commander, Dell, also lost his life in that fierce battle. Since then, we have been trapped guarding this suspension bridge. Two months have passed, and our supplies are completely exhausted. If there are no reinforcements, we can only starve to death here."
With that, he fell silent, sighing repeatedly as he sat by the campfire. The others walked toward a dilapidated military camp, which seemed to be the stronghold of this remnant force. It formed a stark contrast with the Golden Knight Legion across the way, whose banners fluttered proudly in the wind, making the past battle's outcome obvious to a blind person.
Seeing that there was no easy profit to be made, I quickly sat down by the campfire as well and said to the soldier captain, "Sir, the Golden Knight Legion should also…
Chapter 41