Although the sudden voice was not loud, it was very abrupt in this tense scene.
Following the voice, they saw who was speaking. Everyone was stunned.
Was this drunkard talking just now?
To everyone's surprise, Pierce walked slowly to the center of the Mage Guild and the Tiger Mercenary Team, with a bottle of wine in his hand.
"This kind of battle is not something he can participate in. Take him away."
Rowell frowned and ordered a guard beside him. He didn't feel any magic power or fighting spirit on Pierce. Obviously, this man was just a drunken man who didn't know what he was doing.
The others were also speechless. 'Was this drunkard courting death because of living enough?'
"Let him go."
Locke shook his head and stopped the guard who was about to take Pierce away.
The guard stopped and looked at Rowell, asking for Rowell's opinion.
Rowell froze for a moment, and although he was confused in his mind, he nodded slightly and signaled the guard to follow Locke's words first.