"Hurry! Hurry! Where are the corpses?"
The Bishop, panting heavily, ran to the fortress wall where the generals were having a brief discussion.
The entire upper echelon of the fortress was there, all of whom were still alive, of course.
They were all high-ranking individuals within their respective factions, each sent to the fortress to participate in its defense.
The main task was to manage the soldiers under their command.
Seeing the usually calm and solemn Bishop running over like a madman, everyone was slightly surprised.
Even though they had only been together for a month or two, they had some understanding of the Bishop's temperament.
Such behavior was something they had neither seen nor imagined before.
"Bishop? Weren't you going to talk to those leaders who are assisting us?"
"How is it, who are those people? Why did they come to our aid?"
"Are they from friendly forces?"
Hearing these various questions, the Bishop waved them off irritably.
