BELLUM PRAESINTIA

Planning All This When The Seasons Have Changed

"So they're still doing things like this!"

"Yes, I don't know when the real war will end," Endra replied sadly.

Garlan sighed deeply. "To stop the war is something impossible, to be precise, it requires a struggle that is not short! Maybe a hundred years from now, all of this will indeed disappear, but the war will change!"

"What do you mean?"

Endra felt that what Garlan was saying was already too far from what he had said before, the change in war sounded very strange.

"We are fighting with both our bodies and minds, but the generations that will come may not have great physical abilities; they will use their minds! Do not underestimate someone's mind; it can create a much worse disaster!"

Upon hearing how Garlan spoke, without many words, it would certainly be an absolute truth.

It's hard to guess what Garlan means, but Endra still believes in him. A tough general cannot predict every event, at least based on all their experience, it is a good conclusion.

"That sounds bad! What else