With the appointment of Legas as the Commander of the Battle Zone Africa settled, the remote warfare meeting was declared over.
Legas hung up the communication, his long, ebony fingers gently rubbing his temples. The loss on the Indian battlefield was indeed a minor issue for Legas. However, counting the Battle Zone Cathay, this was already the second zone Legas had lost, and similarly, the entire Demon Tribe had only lost these two zones so far.
There's a saying that things don't happen in threes. After consecutive losses in the Battle Zone Cathay and the Battle Zone India, Legas indeed felt a nameless anger in his heart at this moment.
Losses were trivial----for a Level 11 demon fiend, Level 5 battle conditions were indeed insignificant matters.
However, face was significant, and Legas could not bear others' sarcastic tones and questioning gazes.
So...
This time he's going to get serious...
Thinking of this, Legas tapped a few times on the desktop.
"Sir."
