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.

midnight! He is willing to continuously accept challenges from your powerful elites. As long as any one of you

Joshua and Verhand were also shocked to the

sudden, Gregg

is quite reckless, but I never imagined he would be this extreme. Does he know that within my tent, four of

brave enough, come and challenge him tomorrow. But if you're scared, then pretend this never happened, and

"Are you trying

entirety. The choice is yours to make," Sevan uttered casually. Gregg fell silent momentarily. It seemed he had made a

accept the challenge, he'll probably think we're afraid of him! Go back and tell him to be prepared

will be

After

Is there anything else?" Grey sneered sinisterly,

casually, "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

as he casually picked up an exquisite dagger from the table and then made a light cut on

Gregg's

a tiny red

life of its own, as it danced continuously on his fingertip without ever falling to