"Captain, we don't have many arrows left."
Sir Taize continued to remind him.
"We should retreat, or we'll all die here."
He still steadily drew his bow and fired, but his tone was already anxious, "Those images are bait to lure us forward. There's no inheritance of a powerful civilization here at all. Moreover, we're not a match for these d*mned black beasts! We should retreat!"
Estes was silent for a moment before saying, "We can't leave. We can't leave either."
When Sir Taize heard this, he turned around. The entrance they had come from was coiled with a malicious shadow. The cunning black beasts had already cut off their retreat. This made his heart sink, and then he was shocked and furious.
"What exactly do you want?"
He shouted.