"Perhaps he was simply captured by the enemy..." Cabdes said cautiously.
"With Wallis's personality, even if he were injured, he would rather take his own life than be captured by the enemy," Andres said in a deep voice.
Cabdes felt a tightening in his heart, his face showing shame.
But Andres did not scold him further. For a moment, his surprise suppressed the anger in his heart: "Within just one day, the enemy not only defeated you twice but also captured two of our villages!... Those weak Aldeans can't have such abilities. Where exactly did this enemy come from?"
"Great Chief," Cabdes hurriedly said, "these enemies are definitely not Aldeans! When fighting them, I saw them wearing thick armor, holding large red shields, standing in a tight formation, and using short swords as weapons—"
Andres's eyes suddenly narrowed: "Are you saying they are... the Romans!"
His voice was slightly trembling.
