The last person was an elderly man with white hair and a white beard, wrapped in a black robe. After speaking, he actually stuck out a crimson tongue and licked his lips.
As soon as the three finished speaking, Trof burst into wild laughter. The ten battle generals also threw their heads back and laughed maniacally, while Count Black Mountain looked on with malicious glee.
On the perimeter, ten thousand elite soldiers brandishing rifles closed in, surrounding the entire town square layer by layer.
Chapter 109