The Spear Saint's body was in tatters, with massive amounts of flesh and blood strewn across the ground, covered in terrifying wounds.
Miraculously still alive, the Spear Saint struggled to hold onto the horrifying claw gripping his neck, spitting out blood, "Lin... Lin Rui, we... we are compatriots, please... please spare me."
After the Spear Saint's difficult plea for mercy, the other two female Zor quickly added, "Yes, Lin Rui, we are compatriots. Federations do not fight Federations. Please spare our lives."
"Lin Rui, you are so kind-hearted, surely you cannot bear to harm your compatriots, right? If you spare my life, I will serve you loyally, at your disposal."
The battlefield had settled, and the quality of the Zor Elves' allied forces was quite mediocre. There were only over two hundred Zor Archers and Gray Dwarves, the rest being Burrowers and Harpies.
