"Silas, what do you think...how about we surrender?" An older mage stepped forward and suggested.

"Foolish! Don't you see this is a delaying tactic?" Silas shouted back, turning his head. "Once we surrender, Light Shield will lead his Fearless Vanguard to wipe us out!"

"But if the king really wants to take action, these machines alone are enough to kill us a thousand times..."

Silas was furious. He strode forward and grabbed the man who had just spoken by the jaw, almost crushing his jaw with his strong fingers.

"How can we give up so easily when we haven't even achieved our goal?! This is the freedom we have worked so hard to gain..."

"Silas, let that boy go."

A familiar voice came, and Silas turned his head to see the white-haired middle-aged man who had been supporting him since he was released from prison and had lent him fire magic to blow up the prison wall.

His expression was serious, and his hands had already formed red flames. "You shouldn't do this."

"Why are you also..."

Silas looked around in astonishment and found that many of the mages who had followed him to escape prison were now staring at him with eager eyes.

He loosened his hand, "You...you..."

"Sorry, we just wanted to escape and didn't intend to have a conflict with Demacia," said an old woman.

"I, I have two young children at home, I can't die here..." said a woman who didn't look too old in panic.

"Now that the king wants to reform the Forbidden Magic Code and pardon us, I'd rather be conservative than take a gamble at the cost of my life." The white-haired middle-aged man with flames rising from his palms finally said.

"Idiots, are you all crazy?!" Silas' eyes were red and he roared hysterically, "He might be lying to you!"

Do you want him to stay in jail?

No way!

"Perhaps." The white-haired middle-aged man sighed, "But even if we force our way through, we won't be able to break through the encirclement of these robots."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at another burly mage standing behind Silas.

"No... No, we must..."

Silas's heart was completely in turmoil, and he couldn't calm down his excitement at all.

In this way, he was unaware of the danger and malice coming from around him.

Just as he was speaking, the burly man who received the hint picked up a thick wooden stick at his feet and hit Silas hard on the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Then, several other people found some hemp rope from somewhere and tied Silas up tightly in no time.

Li Lin was stunned. The suddenness of the incident was beyond his expectations.

The white-haired middle-aged man retracted the flame, took the initiative to carry Silas, walked over to him and put him down, "This rope can't tie Silas up. He has a talent for absorbing magic. We can't let him get close to us."

"What are you doing?" Li Lin asked puzzledly.

The white-haired middle-aged man looked back at the crowd of men, women, young and old behind him, and smiled bitterly after coming to his senses, "We... just want to live."