"If that's really the case, it's a fake surrender." Sherman had no trust in the Dark Elves, known for their cunning. "Besides, no army would come directly to the gates to surrender."
After a few jokes, the two wasted no time and hurried towards the city gates.
Upon reaching the wall, they saw the Dark Elf army forming ranks in the distance.
"This number... Magic Spider City has thrown everything they have!" Attila's expression grew more serious.
Sherman also furrowed his brow.
Judging by this posture, are the Dark Elves treating the upcoming battle as the final confrontation?
But Sherman couldn't understand where the Dark Elves got their confidence?
Moreover, they put themselves in the disadvantageous position of the attacking side.
This move is undoubtedly very unusual.
But glancing at the Secret Puppet that had arrived beside him at an unknown time, Sherman's heart relaxed slightly.
