A few hours before sunrise, Lux was woken up by Keane in his temporary tent within the Yn Main Headquarters.


    The face of the skinny swordsman was quite grave, which chased away the drowsiness that Lux was still feeling at that moment.


    "What happened?" Lux asked.


    "The Camp of General Fahad in the Marsnds has been overrun," Keane replied. "Go to the Main Tent. All themanders are being gathered right now. Great General Watson and Great General Sherlock asked me to wake you up. Go. I''ll wake up Cai and the others."


    Lux nodded and hurriedly ran to the Commander''s Tent to get a better understanding of what just transpired.


    They had just epted the Mission to support the Yn Kingdom a few hours ago, and now, the situation had suddenly escted to something that caught the Half-Elfpletely by surprise.


    Five minutester, Cai and the others also arrived in the Commander''s tent. Just like Lux, all of them had grim expressions on their faces because they didn''t expect the circumstances of the Yn Kingdom to change overnight.


    "Everyone, I''m sorry for waking you up, but I received a report that the Marsnds'' first line of defense has been breached," Watson said in a calm manner. "Because of the rapid development, General Fahad was forced to abandon their headquarters and regroup at the second defensive line, ten miles away from their Main Camp.


    "If the Ammarian Kingdom manages to break past their second defensive line, then they can easily reach the Town of Larnwick, which is only an hour away by horseback. ording to General Fahad''s report, it is estimated that the enemy had mobilized over 80,000 troops when they assaulted their camp.


    "Many of our soldiers sacrificed their lives in order to allow ourrades to escape. Currently, General Fahad only has a little more than 30,000 troops defending our Eastern nk."


    Gasps of shock were heard inside the tent, and some of the Commanders'' faces became pale aftering to understand how dire their current situation was.


    Right now, the Yn Kingdom was fighting on four battlefields.


    The Marsnds, the Forests, the Great ins, and the Mountain Regions.


    The Great ins, which had easy ess towards the territories that were being conquered, were being guarded by Great General Watson and Great General Sherlock. They were the heroes of the previous war, and because of this, they were assigned the hardest ce to defend.


    The Marsnds were their eastern front, and if over fifty thousand soldiers managed to break past their defenses, they could easily attack the defenders that were guarding the second battlefield, which was the Forest Area.


    "General Carran who is the General in charge of defending the Glouswell Forest has already sent ten thousand of his men to help General Fahad hold their position," Great General Sherlock stated. "However, this is exactly what the Ammarian Generals are hoping for. We are already stretched thin, and the more men we send to reinforce General Fahad, the less we have to defend our own strongholds.


    "I assume that their reinforcements are the soldiers that have just finished training after their recent recruitment campaign. My only fear is that more areing, and once that happens, our defensive lines will be thinner from the repeated attacks until our weakest link breaks apart. By then, we will have no choice but to order a full retreat and return to the Fortresses along the borders of our Kingdom."


    The Gnome Great General paused before heaving a sigh.


    "I''m afraid that once they have retaken theirnds, they will regroup andunch an all out attack against our Kingdom," Great General Sherlock said. "With our morale at an all time low, it is possible that they will be able to win this time around. Everyone, we can''t let this happen. We must find a way to turn this situation around."


    A deafening silence descended inside the tent as everyone looked at each other, hoping that someone had a good idea for how to turn the situation around.


    The silence continued, until the Half-Elf raised his hand to offer a suggestion.


    "I have a n, but it is not an honorable one," Lux said. "It is rather a deplorable one. If you can ept this method, then there might be a way to turn the current situation to our favor."


    "What do you have in mind?" Sherlock asked. "If it doesn''t go below our bottom line, we can consider it."


    Lux nodded and told the Great Generals the n that he had thought of.


    Immediately, themanders inside the tent looked at the Half-Elf as if he was a cold blooded monster who didn''t care what methods were used as long as he won.


    "Y-You! Don''t you even know the meaning of remorse?" one of the Commanders red at the Half-Elf who had proposed such a nefarious n.


    "This is borderline madness! Uneptable!" anothermander shouted. "How can you even propose such a thing!"


    "Great Generals, please tell this brat that what he said is madness!" one of Watson''s closest Aides pleaded. "Even if we win this war, the cost is something that our King and our people will not be able to ept."


    Watson and Sherlock exchanged a nce before shifting their attention back to the Half-Elf who was looking at the two of them with a solemn expression on his face.


    "We will carefully consider your proposal, Lux," Sherlock stated. "Do you have other ideas?"


    The Half-Elf nodded. "My Mercenary Group and I will go to the Marsnds and help General Fahad defend their camp. Also, I will leave my subordinates Diablo and Asmodeus in your care. Allow them to act freely in your camp and in the battlefield. Please, don''t restrict their movements because they will y a crucial role in this war."


    "I ept this proposal," Sherlock nodded.


    "You heard that, right?" Watson asked the Commanders inside the tent who were ring at Lux. "Don''t touch his subordinates in the camp. Believe me when I say that you don''t want to get on the bad side of these peop– I mean, persons."


    ? Watson and Sherlock knew what Lux was capable of. If they were to really throw their morality and pride into the gutters then the Half-Elf could really reverse their current situation.


    However, just as their Commanders had said, they might win the battles, but they would lose the war.


    Their King, and their people, would not ept such an oue.