"You are a dead man, Grandmaster!"
Priest Daniel's eyes were red with blood. He screamed in pain. He couldn't forgive himself for the blunder he made. It was his fault that the six advanced priests had to suffer such heavy losses. All their skeletons were dead, and along with that, so was their reputation in the Orc Empire.
Still, the feeling of wanting Abel to suffer was greater than the pain of losing so much in an instance. Priest Daniel wanted Abel dead, but before that, he wanted him to suffer mentally. Having the enemies squeal before they die was always one of the many pleasures of being an advanced priest.
There were six advanced priests against Abel. Even if the skeletons were dead, they still thought that they could fight him and Johnson.
Abel shook his head in disapproval, "You know, that's a high price you're paying to go after me. Don't you all think that you're too irrational?"
