For them, it didn't matter how formidable Alastair seemed.
What mattered was that before, they couldn't even breach his defenses, and their skills had no effect!
Now that Alastair's HP was decreasing, it meant their attacks were effective, capable of inflicting real damage on him!
Alastair clearly felt something was amiss within his body, but he still forced himself to sneer at the people before him.
"If you're so eager to die, then I shall oblige you. But simply letting you die easily would be rather dull. Let's play this out slowly!"
After saying this, Alastair snorted coldly and turned to leave.
His flying mount beneath his feet also seemed particularly frightened, mechanically flapping its wings.
However, as he passed the second and third fortresses, Alastair still felt a discomfort in his heart.
If he couldn't take the first fortress, could he really not take the other two?
