Now that they had been caught, it would be quite suicidal to fight so deep in enemy territory, so the best bet was to rendezvous with the rest of the group outside and launch a coordinated attack.
Though the enemy numbers were far higher than theirs, and the likelihood of surviving a full frontal war was rather slim.
Even after hearing Gabriel's words, no one moved at first. Neither did the war tanks or those from the eastern camp. It was as if they were afraid of destroying their own precious camp.
Gabriel saw through this and smirked. If they were to open fire, not only would they destroy their own infrastructure, they would also risk killing their own subjects who were still converging toward the first class zone.
It was no secret that the subjects were extremely important to the lord of the camp. The more subjects he controlled, the stronger he became. That was the very reason he could grow passively while dining lavishly and fooling around with women.
