Too weak!
Truly too weak!
A sound of galloping hooves arose, and as Duncan led several hundred of the Khan's Personal Guard back, all the nomads of the Turhut tribe along the way bowed their heads. Many grassland warriors knelt on one knee, expressing their genuine respect for the strong. Some indigenous people even prostrated themselves as if worshiping an emperor, forming a vast, blackened mass.
With fewer than a thousand grassland elite vanguard, Duncan annihilated two countries in just a few days, conquering these city-states with populations in the millions.
One wouldn't know how ridiculously strong this man is until facing him on the battlefield!
The Gretia witch had become numb. She rode a majestic white horse, wearing a crown embedded with dazzling gems. In the snowy valley on her chest lay a massive red gem, of immeasurable value, gifted to her casually by Duncan.
In the south, even she, as a legendary witch, couldn't have access to so much gold and jewels.
