"Good luck to you all."
Seeing Duanmu Huai and the others had made their final decision, Marshal Osleight didn't say much more, simply reached out and patted Duanmu Huai's arm.
"I will blow the horn to attract the attention of those undead creatures. You all must be careful, and if you're losing, retreat immediately. Their army of the undead won't pursue too deeply."
Marshal Osleight was indeed reliable. Although he thought it was nearly impossible for Duanmu Huai and his group to reclaim the Arathi Basin, he knew that some powerful individuals could single-handedly change the course of battle. And Duanmu Huai, with his imposing appearance, seemed like someone who could literally devour Death Wing alive; maybe he could actually do it?
