Three hundred thousand people and two hundred and twenty thousand magical beasts were standing in front of the capital of the Xiriel Kingdom.
The humans were led by their king, while the magical beasts were led by an ice dragon.
Even though the possibility of them dying on the battlefield was high, none of them showed any signs of fear.
Some of them even trembled with excitement.
The magical beasts hated humans to the bone, while the humans detested magical beasts a lot, so there was no word peace in their dictionary.
It was either kill or be killed.
Apart from that, there was no other choice because in their eyes, humans and magical beasts could not live together in the same place, so one of them had to die.
"Ice dragon, you have killed many of my subordinates and caused trouble in my place many times, so I will kill you today." Finley's eyes gleamed with terrifying sharpness and every single one of his words was filled with coldness.
