Foundation Building Preparation

The desperate soldiers from the Eastern Territory laid down their weapons and knelt down in surrender after hearing the the attackers calls for surrender.

Thump thump thump.

"It's you, Luis Hartmann. Come on, if you dare, duel me!"

The Envoy, Viscount Austin waved the sword in his hand, his brows full of madness.

"Duel with me?" Luis sneered, "You are a defeated general, are you worthy?"

"What did you say?!" Viscount Austin was furious.

"I don't deserve it? Haha, I don't deserve it? Who do you think you are? How dare you say I don't deserve it?"

Luis remained expressionless in the face of humiliation.

The howling of losers is just an impotent vent in the eyes of the winners.

"Haha, you dare humiliate me. You have killed Marquis Vincent, the son of Duke Pros. What you will face is endless revenge. You will die" Viscount Austin was filled with rage.

Luis ignored him and looked around.