"You've attacked my people and still want to take my things? Do you think this is your Beastman Empire?"
The cold words came through the translator, causing Unol's face to darken instantly, his ice-blue pupils suddenly shooting out a fierce light.
He was, after all, a direct lineage of the Eternal Ice Silkworm Tribe, one of the nine royal families of the Beastman Empire!
In terms of status, he was on par with the direct lineage of the Holy Blood clans of the Human Empire!
An ordinary Royal Major General might seem like a lofty figure in the eyes of regular humans, but in Unol's eyes, he was merely a high-ranking servant nurtured by the Human Empire.
How dare such a servant speak to him in this manner?
"Hmph!"
An extreme chill suddenly spread from Unol, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet to freezing point.
