The lord looked towards the deceased faceless leader and snorted coldly, "It seems his challenge to duel you was also a ploy to buy time for our reinforcements to arrive, intending to use the poison powder on the corpses to annihilate our forces. Such a malevolent strategy, yet, fortunately, we emerged victorious from this duel."
"But we don't even know his name," Owen murmured to himself.
Owen couldn't quite define his feelings at the moment.
Anger, pity, and even respect mingled together.
To the demon army, these fallen faceless must have been heroes, even though they ultimately failed.
If he were one of the demons, would he consider them as models, raising his blade to seize land for survival?
...
Visto's team was on its way.
The lord's exact words were "do not hurry on your way," but he was referring to the journey back to the city.
The old boozer understood the lord's intention clearly.
