This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 698: Chapter 26: A Hundred Illusory Butterflies

“Since everyone knows we’re playing right into the Demon Race’s hands, why don’t we abandon those small forts and retreat?” someone asked the most critical question, which also reflected the doubts in the hearts of most of the cultivators present.

“Because we cannot give them up, the Human Race must maintain the existence of small forts, so that cultivators have places to rest and recuperate,” the man with a scar on his face sighed, “If we abandon all the small forts, the cultivators on the battlefields beyond our borders would truly be isolated forces.”

Being an isolated force has never been positive, and burning one’s boats can only be a surprising strategy, not the norm.

“We have two choices, either abandon all the small forts and, as you can imagine, the casualties among our Human Cultivators on the battlefields beyond our borders would be extremely severe.

Especially for you young cultivators, without the forts as your rear defense and logistical support, your casualty rate on the battlefields beyond would be ten or a hundred times what it is now.”

“Or we could go along with the Demon Race’s intentions, holding those dozen forts tightly,” the man with the scar said, his gaze deep as he looked out over the blood-stained land, “We chose the latter because you young cultivators are the future hope of the Human Race.

If most of you fall on the battlefields beyond, unable to grow, the Human Race will be broken.