"Further expanding one's strength, isn't this benefit enough, my lord."
"Hmph, it's nothing but a motley crew. I'm not interested in those weak skeletons."
"I heard there's a veteran from the November War in Buqi's Guard Team, he's the captain of those humans."
Kabais' eyes flickered with flames: "It's not worth the trouble. It would be a bargain for that brat, Weisa."
Rosco sighed, realizing his attempt at persuasion had failed. He lifted his head, preparing to say his goodbyes. After all, he and Kabais were not from the same faction. He wouldn't be here if it weren't for this matter—despite Death God Kabais being the main commander in the army, as an Undead Wizard, his vanguard could completely disregard Kabais' orders.
But suddenly, his heart skipped a beat; he couldn't help but look towards the south.
The tall skeletons also looked in that direction—their gaze pierced through the forest, landing in the shadows of the distant mountains.
Such powerful magical reactions—
