The Team Leader continued, "We were originally cavalry from the Kingdom’s Flying Knight Legion. Three months ago, we received orders from the Kingdom to suppress the rebels stationed 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. We later discovered that the area surrounding the lumber mill we pass through has been corrupted by the power of the undead; the supply troops were all slaughtered there and turned into undead themselves. The rebels of the Golden Knight Legion here are incredibly formidable. Over two months ago, they used the terrain of the plain to crush our legion in a single stroke. Our commander, Dell, lost his life in that brutal battle. Ever since then, we’ve been trapped, holding this suspension bridge. Another two months have gone by, and our supplies are completely exhausted. If reinforcements don't arrive, we will simply starve to death here."
He fell silent, sighing heavily as he sat by the campfire. The others walked toward a dilapidated military camp; it seemed that was the base for these remnants. It stood in stark contrast to the banners fluttering in the distance from the Golden Knight Legion—even a blind man could see the outcome of the previous battles.
Seeing there was no easy profit to be made here, I quickly sat by the fire and asked the Team Leader, "Sir, the Golden Knight Legion was also part of the Kingdom's army, was…
Chapter 50