Chapitre 478: Fleeing The Battlefield (1)

Toz reluctantly stopped and made footholds for himself and the other two by solidifying the space beneath their feet. He looked at General Scoll.

"We don't have time for this, General. Be quick."

"Is there no way to save everyone?"

"There is."

"Then…!"

"Convince that big red fella to stop."

"..."

"I can bring along and shelter a few people in the Void. But too many, and we won't be able to outrun that bloodstain. Even now, it's taking it slow because the army has stopped moving."

"Is there really no other way?"

Toz pondered for a few short moments before looking at Merr and Derada.

"Depends. How useful are those two?"

"Very."

"Okay. Give me all the mana potions and grimoires."

"I don't have any grimoires on me, but the mana potions are on their way."

"General."

Toz looked at General Scoll with a stern glare. He hadn't meant the grimoires that General Scoll had.

"I'll see what I can do."