Crampus’s eyes moved side to side, and he asked, “What?”

“I asked if you’re going to surrender.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I see you’re getting a big head just because you’ve won once, but we have the advantage in the overall situation.”

“...Hm.”

Sung-Woon didn’t say anything for a moment.

He didn’t say anything because to him, it seemed like Lunda was incapable of fighting anymore. Yes, she did still have her 200 cavalry on big Weasels, but there wasn’t much for Sung-Woon to be afraid of since they would be exhausted from running as far away as they could for days.

All that was left for Sung-Woon to do was the siege of Deimerit, the capital of the Satyrs. And just as Lunda expected, Sung-Woon knew he could secure his victory without much trouble.

In Sung-Woon’s opinion, it wouldn’t be a bad choice to wipe out the Satyr army and conquer Deimerit.

‘But if these two players get to the verge of elimination, the other three players will form an alliance.’

The other players would judge that Sung-Woon was too dangerous. And additionally, the frontline would inevitably expand. Black Scale wasn’t even able to properly defend their current border. At the moment, there was no reason for Sung-Woon to expand his territory.

Even with all the Lizardmen and the other species combined, the population under Sung-Woon’s rule was lacking in numbers, and it would be tiring for Sung-Woon to defend against the other three players. Moreover, Crampus...