The Boundary War King, who had just come to his senses, was a bit bewildered. He stood among the ruins, watching the dissipating Death Legion, and for a moment... he didn't know what to do.
Retreat?
That would be too embarrassing, wouldn't it?
But? Advance and continue fighting.
Maybe he can't win.
Fuck!
The Boundary War King was frustrated, "Which bastard said he failed his tribulation, his condition declined sharply, and his combat power plummeted?"
In the end, he gritted his teeth and returned here.
A Soldier King said calmly, "Failure is a common occurrence in a military strategist's life."
The Boundary War King: "..."
"Don't panic, it's just a dying struggle." A Soldier King with slightly yellow skin, a woman, spoke calmly while looking far away, once again making her judgment.
This Soldier King had a special ability.
She had excellent eyesight.
It wasn't a divine eye, nor a spiritual eye, just simply good eyesight.
