Abuzan strode into the old Church in the city, high-spirited and full of vigor.
This small city called Yilin had, a few years ago, been luckily breached by that rabble of mud-legs, and since then had no longer received the blessing of the great Master of Thunder.
But today, Abuzan had taken this city back without lifting a finger.
And in Abuzan's future plans, this would not be the last city to be taken back.
The Twilight Legion's attack on Elm City was a wrong choice, and he was going to make those mud-legs pay for that reckless decision.
"Great Lord! You've finally come to save us!"
A group of people in noble attire respectfully prostrated at Abuzan's feet.
Behind them stood a crowd of commoners, their faces full of terror and hatred.
Abuzan snorted coldly in his heart. There really was a reason the Twilight Legion had been able to hold this place.
But he did not care what these commoners thought, just as humans never care what insects think.
