They sensed something significant was unfolding; otherwise, Arian wouldn't look so anxious.
"There's trouble, there's trouble," Arian panted as he dashed over.
"What's going on? Spill it, quick!" urged the stout fellow.
Arian took a few deep breaths, regaining some strength before explaining, "That group started fighting with us. We've all gone over, but there are more of them than us. We can't hold them off."
"What?" The three stout fellows were taken aback.
"Where are they now?" the stout fellow asked hurriedly.
Arian pointed to the left of the open area, indicating the forest there.
"Let's go, lead the way quickly, we need to support them," the stout fellow said to Arian.
The four of them hurriedly prepared to leave, but after a few steps, the stout fellow stopped, turned to Max
