"Remember, our mission this time is to delay time! Wait until the other armies arrive, then launch a full-scale attack together. But look at what you have done now! If your foolishness affects the King's plan in the slightest, you should know the consequences!"
In the past, facing such threats from Greg, Ogatlon would have grabbed his knife and confronted him.
But this time, perhaps because he was seriously injured or maybe the "King" mentioned by the other party was intimidating enough, Ogatlon did not act out.
He just bared his teeth and said nothing more, allowing the few Shaman priests nearby to breathe a sigh of relief.
If these two started fighting, they feared they would be caught in the crossfire.
"Hmph, three days. You have three days to heal your wound; don't let it affect the upcoming plan!"
Greg spoke coldly as he turned and walked toward the door.
