"Just as those fools vacate their territory, we can seize it early..."
"Hehe, makes sense, let these fools go to their deaths first, just like those other fools before them."
"Go buy some Fierce Fire Oil from Bay Territory, we need to burn it clean before we can live there."
"The arrows from Bay Territory are already being sold to us, aren't they afraid of us?"
"Afraid? What for? As soon as their Flying Dragons arrive, we'd simply collapse..."
"True enough..."
For these somewhat clever fools, Clan Commander Teriel wasn't bothered, instead dismissing the idea of eliminating them.
Watching these guys slip away as they talked, a faint green light flickered in Burke's eyes as he turned to remind Teriel:
"The longer we stay here, the greater the danger we face."
The latter remained silent for a while, then looked up at the crimson sky, speaking in a cryptic tone:
"We should indeed leave, as you suggest."
"It's a pity those lunatics showed up too soon."
"Who would disagree?"
