"Rest assured, there will be no problems; we will surely win this time,"
"I know, but what will happen exactly? There are several thousand skeleton flying dragons over there. You must know the combat power of skeleton flying dragons."
Someone said with great concern.
"Even if we win this time, the royal capital will mostly become ruins."
A noble worriedly said, "I knew it, I should have left the royal capital long ago. Staying here, who knows if we can survive."
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense. Are you trying to get yourself killed?" His friend cautiously looked around.
They all knew about these things, ever since they knew how many troops the enemy had. But what could they do? This was the sorrow of the weak.
They had always been nobles, high above, with everything at their beck and call, until this moment, when they regretted not having made an effort in the past. In such a great war, no one would care about their status or identity.