Filthy City
Redakteur: Henyee Translations
Greene's fury was well-grounded; Mages had always despised the unscrupulous method of throwing feces in a battle.
After all, Mages always represented elegance, mysteriousness, and nobility.
Throwing feces couldn't cause any damage at all. It was more of an insult.
"They're outrageous!"
With reddened eyes, Greene suddenly turned around and told the other three elders, "Activate the magic arrays and our golems. The Great Elder is already dead and so is Oepmop. This is the Golden Sons' genocidal war against us. Let's not withhold our fatal methods anymore."
The other three elders all nodded in agreement.
When they made the decision, clicking noises came from the outside.
One did not need to think to know that something must've been thrown over.
Fortunately, all four of them were protected by Magic Shields. Still, the smell in the air got stronger and stronger and vaguely permeated the shields.