“Being cautious is never a mistake.” Vorgal looked at the commander and said quietly, “You weren’t there for that gladiatorial contest at the celebration. You can never imagine the power and fighting spirit that man unleashed in that battle.”

As if recalling the scene of that gladiatorial combat, Vorgal shuddered slightly on horseback: "He killed twelve giant wolves single-handedly. That was not the behavior of a human being at all, but more like the war son in the legend of the ancient gods who killed everything. He has become a demon in the heart of King Ulster. If we do not get rid of him as soon as possible, our monarch will never be able to regain his confidence and reason."

The commander lowered his head, revealing an indifferent expression.

Suddenly, Fulgari asked, "How's your investigation going regarding those 'ghosts' the scouts mentioned?"

The commander shrugged: "We know whether they're telling the truth or not! A greatsword that can slice through rock, a jump from a tree several meters high without injury, and a running speed faster than a warhorse... It's all nonsense! It's just those scouts exaggerating Lie Rao's strength to avoid blame!"

"Forty experienced and seasoned scouts engaged the enemy, and only one escaped by feigning death. The enemy, on the other hand, retreated unscathed, leaving not even a single weapon or piece of armor on the battlefield. How do you explain this?" Fugal said coldly, twisting his riding whip.

The commander scratched his head: "This is my guess. The rebel leader Boyle selected a group of elite gladiators and some hunters familiar with the terrain and routes from among his people. They ambushed and defeated our scouts."

After saying this, the commander noticed that Vulgar did not refute him, so he boldly complained, "My lord, this time we mobilized almost the entire reserve force of the kingdom, and brought out nearly thirty war beasts, and we even chose to launch an attack in the dead of winter. Both our logistics and morale are in a very dangerous state. Every night, soldiers are freezing to death in their tents. The only reason they have been able to hold on until now is because the deserters we have executed are hanging all around the camp!"

Vorgal looked out into the distant forest and murmured, "Tell our soldiers to hold on a little longer; we're very close to the enemy."