Salute To The General

Chapter 3311 You Have No Choice

"What did Nathan send you here to do?"

Gregg sat in the Marshall's seat, looking indifferently at Sevan. He didn't even bother to ask Sevan's name; to a vampire, humans were nothing more than bipedal lambs. Who would ask for the name of a lamb awaiting slaughter? Sevan glared at Gray.

"To pass on a message!" Gregg's lips curved into a cold smirk.

"What message did Nathan ask you to pass on?"

Sevan replied, "My master mentioned that if you don't want your hundreds of thousands of elite subordinates to die miserably, he can offer you an opportunity."

Grey frowned, "What does that mean?" Sevan continued, "You can use the most ancient method and the smallest cost to resolve this battle."

"And what method is that?" Gregg asked.

"My master awaits you at the peak of God's Palm, ready to accept the challenge of any powerful vampires," Sevan declared.

elites. As long as any one of you can defeat him, the alliance will

this. Joshua and Verhand were also shocked to

sudden, Gregg burst into

reckless, but I never imagined he would be this extreme. Does he know that within my tent, four of us are King-Class vampires? Does he really think

a blank expression, "My master has presented the opportunity to you. If you are brave enough, come and challenge him tomorrow. But if you're scared, then pretend this never happened, and let our armies come forth in full force and engage in a

"Are you trying to

my master's message in its entirety. The choice is yours to make," Sevan uttered casually. Gregg

he'll probably think we're afraid of him! Go

will be

added After

sneered sinisterly, "Nathan must value you highly since he

"My master is no ordinary figure; there are many with brilliant generals and elites under his command. I am merely a humble servant, hardly worth mentioning." Gregg smirked, "Don't be modest. I can tell that you must be Nathan's right-hand man. Since you are the messenger sent by Nathan, I would like to give you something in return." Sevan observed Gregg's cruel smile. A bad feeling began to rise in his

and then made a light cut on his left index finger.

Gregg's fingertip,

a tiny

ever falling to the ground. The