"General, this man can't be kept alive. He is our mortal enemy and big trouble for us. Keeping him will be a problem." The lieutenant said in a low voice, "I'm willing to die so you will not make such a huge mistake."
Merliwen shook off the lieutenant and stared at Geosen with his blood-red eyes. He was standing upright on the spot, while the ground beneath him was already dyed red by his blood.
"General, I live in the north in the icy plains of Snow Mountain, where there are only snowy mountains and deserts. Our people eat grass, roots, and tree bark, suffering from years of famine. How many people can the great rivers and mountains in the Middle Lands nurture?" The lieutenant tried to justify his actions.
He continued when Merliwen did not reply. "General, you value friendship, but have the hundred thousand souls who have died in the battle for Northern Desert in the past ten years been for nothing? General, can you forget the oath you made to the king?"