Hero? Are You Worthy?

After quietly assessing his own strength, Qin Chu silently drifted away.

More than an hour later, he appeared above a military camp.

This was a human camp.

Frankly, Qin Chu didn’t think the general in charge of this war was an idiot, even though he had lost a lot of territory.

The orders for repeated retreats all came from this side’s leadership. Rather than demanding a head-on clash between the frontline soldiers and the alarmingly large demon army, he chose to keep retreating, continually consolidating his forces. The number of soldiers within the army grew, while Deacon’s demon army became increasingly overextended.

In the camp, this general hadn’t even taken a rest; he was agonizing over a map. He was also under tremendous pressure, having received twelve Gold Tokens representing royal authority, urging him to deploy troops for a decisive battle and to stop the demons from trampling over human territories any longer.

After a while, the old general lifted his head and sighed, only to be surprised to find that an unknown figure had appeared before him, "Who?"

After a brief moment of shock, the old general quickly realized, "Eh? Mr. Brave, what brings you here?"

This general, named Cromwell, was a noble, an earl who had seen Qin Chu at a banquet... well, at the scene where the Prince’s head blew up in the Imperial City, a talented man among a rare few in that group of dirty, foolish nobles.

"Lord Cromwell, it’s been days. You seem much older," Qin Chu remarked.

This wasn’t merely a pleasantry, for even though in his fifties, Marquis Cromwell’s hair had turned completely white.