The other one must be Aeryon.
That is what he concluded.
Only that young wolf would be able to create such ruckus
"What a terrifying enemy. No wonder, they could create such a great feat" he thought to himself. He would never say it out loud. After all, praising the enemy when the morale is already low is not a good thing for his soldiers.
Did he not know this? Of course, he knows this. But some decision in life leave you with no choice.
He could not just surrender to him. Yanlan is like any other ambitious chief. He has ambition in his heart and no one could let him bow his head. If not, he would not have maintain his existence as Wustkazan all of these years.
He look on the Belarion side for a moment and then he looks at the Aeryon side and he could not help but shake his head.
These two fight a battle with difference in troop.
He brought ten thousand men. Aeryon only have five thousand men.
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