The game has become a real alternate world

"Little rat, what exactly do you want to say?" an officer said impatiently.

Now is not the time to be listening to stories.

"Don't call me little rat." Bobo corrected, but didn't linger on it, continuing to say, "Because our leader—Kana, clearly knows that all the captured refugees will be transformed into the Blood Race, becoming new power.

There are so many refugees here, once they fall into the hands of the Blood Race, they will become a massive reinforcement for their forces."

"Are you kidding me?! How can such a thing happen, turning those civilians into the Blood Race, turning them into soldiers just like that.

If it were that simple, Gray Rock Fortress would have fallen long ago, and we couldn't have possibly held for so long."

The officer roared, feeling as if the person opposite was taking him for a fool.

The so-called purpose is just to let those refugees survive, sacrificing the interests of their Kingdom.

After all, the people speaking in front of them were once from the same country as those refugees.

"Yes, obviously they can break through Gray Rock Fortress anytime, so why can you guys hold on for so long?"

Bobo said coldly, without mercy.

"What did you say?! You damn rat!"

The officer's eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage. If it weren't for being in the conference room where all weapons were placed outside, he might have already drawn his sword at Bobo.

Blake watched them and suddenly asked seriously, "Can't you see? The enemy can clearly break through Gray Rock Fortress all at once, so why are they delaying here, slowly increasing pressure?

You know very well, because you know Gray Rock Fortress is extremely important, so you have to continuously send troops to hold it.

You want to hold the fortress at all costs, but the enemy's power keeps increasing, leaving you breathless.

Pressing you so hard you have no time to think, yet you should be very aware that the fall of the fortress is only a matter of time.

What they want is to annihilate enough of your forces at once, then smoothly capture a large part of Cohen Kingdom's territory."

"You!"

"Enough!" Anistar shouted.

Silencing the outraged officer.

His gaze fell on Blake and the others: "Even if you say so, it has no meaning. We cannot let these refugees into the cities and territories at the rear.

They can only fall with the fortress here, and as for the enemy's strategy, that's already clear, but we have no choice."

This is true, they certainly know the enemy wants them to gather more troops here.

But so what?

Do they just not defend this fortress?

No way, this is the easiest place to block enemy forces. If even here falls, what comes after will be even worse.

Moreover, their main task is not to hold it completely, but to delay time.

Delay until the threat of the Blood Race is known by more forces and races, at least delay until the Holy Light Church can intervene.

If they give up early.

Then Cohen Kingdom might have to perish itself to warn neighboring countries of the Blood Race's terror.

The longer they hold on, the more likely the Kingdom can survive.

Of course, this is crucial information only known to true leaders like Prince Anistar.

And if these refugees flood into the Kingdom, it would be another unstable factor for Cohen Kingdom, especially in such a crisis as this.

However, in response to Prince Anistar's question.

Blake and Bobo both turned to look at the Count.

It should be about time.

Blake turned his head, meeting his father Ichard's eyes. Before his father could understand, Blake directly spoke to the Count.

"Count, I have a message from Prince Kana here."

"A message from Kana?" The Count raised his head.

The previous series of actions had already left an impression on Count Ichard and others.

That is a certain foreknowledge and sufficient strategic vision.

"Yes."

After speaking, Blake looked at Bobo.

Bobo nodded.

Spoke: "His Highness said: Uncle, at this moment do you think revenge is more important, or those lives that need you to save more important?

Aren't those refugees more than half from your county's people? They trust you, and you have enough prestige among them.

At this moment, how about pausing the process of revenge? Take those refugees to the wilderness, just like we did before.

Believe me, the Royal Court of the Blood Race will be destroyed, their evil will turn to ashes soon."

With Bobo's words finished.

The Count's eyes widened, tightly clasping his hands together, sinking into contemplation.

Compared to the Count.

Others present furrowed their brows.

Too strange.

This message is too strange, it's as if the Fourth Prince named Kana is right at the meeting scene.

Making such a persuasive argument based on the situation of the meeting.

Rather than this prepared message, they are more inclined to believe this was made up by the old rat on the spot.

The Saintess, Bishop, Prince Anistar.

In unison, they looked at the old rat, then at the Count and Ichard.