Chapter 344: Gathering of Generals

The final day had finally arrived.

In the gloomy Bastille underground prison, the only way to accurately calculate time was by the delivery of meals.

The temporary jailers of the Flying Camel Army only provided the Giants with two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. The portions of food and water were clearly under strict control, just enough to meet each prisoner's minimal physiological needs.

Liu Zhenshan had gone two days and nights without a drop of water, yet he had been whipped several times. The Mainz Archer who served the meals thought the gaze of this Beamon Shaman was far too arrogant. That look gave the proud Mainz Archer the absurd illusion that he was the one imprisoned.

"When exactly will your Caliph Abdullah grant me an audience?" Liu Zhenshan asked the Mainz Archer who came to deliver the meal in the morning. His lips were dry and cracked, and each word scraped out of his throat like a spoon across a cast-iron pot.