Don’t Make me Sick with Your Ignorance

The bald man who had proposed to fight until death said unhappily, "So tell me what we should do."

He looked toward the man who was down in the dumps, sitting there silently, not caring enough to answer him.

But when he threw a casual and desperate glance at the dynasty's army, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had seen someone he knew well, but he wasn't sure it was the same guy.

At the same time, the Tiger Battle Group came back.

"Dragon Rebel Army, you sinister and crafty people, you're collaborating with the demons. What a group of losers!"

The commander of the North Mansion Battalion swaggered up to the captives, ignoring the contemptuous looks from the Bright Moon Battle Group and the Shadow Pursuing Troop after he came back. He held his knife high, intending to kill them.

In his eyes, these captives were all merely war merit points.

"Stop!"