"The Black Feet Army only needs glory, not life. I would rather die alone at your hands than collaborate with a weakling, to fight with you. He is not worthy to be my comrade in arms, it would lower the level of our combat,"
Ivita remained silent.
This was originally an inwardly competitive army.
But, what about that self-proclaimed conqueror of the Ancient Civilization?
What kind of existence can conquer an ancient civilization that has universal laws? Could it be another civilization?
Ivita did not ask any further, as this kind of information should be known by everyone. As long as he went to the Wallachia Duchy in the future, he would know.
He turned around, preparing to rescue the Guild Leader and suppress Parviga's rebellion.
"Please wait ... Please wait ..."
Walter Bainhardt pleaded, "Wizard, am I allowed to have a presumptuous request?"
"Please open your left eye for me."
"I don't want to die in this way, I want to be the first person killed by your new magic."
