Chapter 833: Iron Fortress
John walked over to Leon's group, a cold, mocking sneer on his face as he looked Leon up and down, then let out a disdainful chuckle.
"I thought you’d have three heads and six arms, but you’re just some kid who doesn’t know how high the world of Northend really is. No wonder the Merlin Family is so thick-skinned, tagging along with us and doing nothing. So you’re that Leon Merlin from the Merlin Family."
Is this really all the Merlin Family has? Barely fifty people, and you still have the nerve to march to Stormhold Fortress, walking alongside us Black Tower mages. If you’re not embarrassed, I am…
Once we reach Stormhold Fortress, the other factions will see you hanging around with us Black Tower mages and think we’re all on the same level. You’re just a newly minted Title Archmage, and you’re already the Merlin Family’s commander? Unbelievable. First it was a Fifth-Rank Sword Saint, now it’s you—the standards just keep sinking…
Enough. I’m done wasting words on you. Take your people and go your own way—don’t drag us down…"
John’s face was twisted in a mocking smile, clearly unimpressed.
A young man, barely in his twenties, breaking through to Title Archmage—sure, that’s impressive. But this isn’t Northend, and it’s not his family’s territory. Here, anyone below Fifth-Rank Title Archmage is just cannon fodder.
Hmph, the Merlin Family has really hit rock bottom. Sending cannon fodder like this to Blazeforge Realm as a commander—isn’t that just asking to die? Not only is he doomed, he’ll drag everyone else down with him.
Now he’s got the nerve to stick with us, expecting us to clear the way for him. Shameless. I don’t know how Weiss agreed to let the Merlin Family tag along, and this Archmage Leon—he acts like it’s perfectly normal. Trash. Hmph, when we run into some magical beasts later, I’ll make sure they go after his group. I bet Archmage Leon will wet himself on the spot…