In the center of the arena stood many clan members, clad in armor, holding spears, their eyes solemn.

Xu Nian scrutinized her, but didn't say anything.

After all, even those around the emperor in the capital probably wore similar gear, only in more sophisticated versions.

The current dynasty is still in the era of cold weapons, so Xu Nian's knowledge and the gadgets in his space come in very handy.

At this moment, the Seventh Elder also shed his usual dejected appearance and looked intently at each member of the clan.

"Soon, our clan will be engaged in a fierce battle! For our beloved family and clan, we should fight to the death!"

He spoke with intonation and his face was full of passion.

But the soldiers below all looked gloomy, with only the occasional cheerful one responding loudly.

Faced with this scene, the Seventh Elder frowned and shouted, "Look at your lazy appearance! When the enemy attacks and points their spears at you, you probably won't dare to utter a single word!"

Xu Nian watched coldly, slightly disappointed.

"Elder, this is not our fault!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, their voice trembling.

"Not your fault?" The Seventh Elder trembled with anger, pointing at that person, "Tell me, then who should be blamed?"

The person pointed at was a young man, who should have been full of youthful vigor, but at this moment he was extremely timid.

"Those are wolves! People who ride wolves, if we encounter a wolf and get bitten, then—"

"Isn't that just a dead end?!"