Merlinster's calm composure was far beyond Evelyn's expectations.
In truth, after watching Caelan's performance over this period of time, Merlinster had completely given up any intention of contending with the Ironclad Legion.
What a joke.
Even with Evelyn as the inheritor, the Supreme Staff Legion was still no match for the Ironclad Legion.
The Chosen One of this generation was simply far too powerful.
And so, guided by the principle of if you can't beat them, join them, Merlinster decided to draw closer to the Ironclad Legion and Caelan's side.
At that moment, Evelyn's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a trace of worry.
"Commander, do you think Caelan will be able to withdraw safely this time and return without incident?"
Though she said that, her eyes never left the screen for even a moment.
Caelan's Deathborn army looked magnificent and overwhelming. But no matter how imposing it appeared, he was still operating on Ivorykin territory.
