Drakefield had a very bad expression on his face. He was now sitting on the throne. while listening to reports from his soldiers His soldiers now only swallowed their saliva. He was afraid that this might be his last moment. If Drakefield heard what he had to say,
The poor soldier was forced to report everything that had happened.
Drakefield heard what the poor soldier reported. His bad expression was even worse now. A dark aura appeared. He had to vent it on someone.
And it was the poor soldier who had to bear his wrath, Drakefield took the spear by his side and threw it at the poor soldier. His spear pierced through his chest. The poor soldier died instantly.
“What exactly happened? Why can't just a country town like Sinbel be conquered?!”