Gapar knew he was about to start reminiscing about his few free adventures from his youth again, and quickly waved his hand, saying, "I'm leaving now, it's about to start."
"Why hurry, you're not—"
Fred hadn't finished his sentence when Gapar suddenly disappeared.
"...Tsk, a guy who doesn't respect the elderly."
He discontentedly pursed his lips, but when he saw the soldiers below chasing the deflated Latan balloons, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth.
"It's really nice..."
At this moment, many things were happening simultaneously.
Banto and the two Princes were all giving pre-battle speeches to their legions, making the atmosphere extremely intense.
Elo was busy checking the preparations of his tribesmen, testing the quality of the helmets customized by everyone for this battle with siege spear designs.
Hidor was gloomily mumbling, "I'm not yet legendary, I don't want to go," while casually encouraging his tribesmen.
