"Master Wilber, is my question so difficult to understand? Why aren't you saying anything?
Folson fixed his eyes on Wilber as he asked in puzzlement.
'You want me to say something, but what can I say?'
Wilber was so angry that his mouth was crooked. Folson had sacrificed those people including the 100 elite members that he and the other manor owners had jointly found. All of them were iron-tier warriors with warhorses and a complete set of iron-tier armor each.
In the blink of an eye, all of them were gone.
Those 500 men had been devoured. The ocean that Folson had summoned did not even stimulate a single wave. One could see the armor and weapons as they floated on the ocean surface. They seemed to have been eroded as well, with blue cracks on them.
The money that Wilber had invested in that army was worth at least thousands of gold coins, but it had been wasted just like that.
