"Marshal, if we retreat now, we can still preserve our strength."
Duckman's voice echoed in Kross's ear.
Kross, his eyes hidden beneath the faceplate, seemed lost in thought. After a while, he quietly responded to Duckman,
"As long as I kill the Duke of Sha Hua Fishman, Babakar, we can win this war."
In the distance, Duckman, at the center of the Royal Mage Corps, couldn't help but sigh.
Wanting to kill the Duke of Sha Hua Fishman, Babakar... the difficulty was too high.
Especially since the other side was still hiding within hundreds of thousands of the Fishman Army.
"Then we must lure Babakar out of the army. Marshal, do you have a plan?" Duckman asked Marshal Kross through a communication spell.
"If I get deep into the Fishman Army, Babakar will definitely come out." Kross calmly replied.
After hearing Marshal Kross's plan, Duckman's eyes narrowed. He wanted to dissuade him, but after a moment of silence, he ultimately agreed.
