The laughter was loud.
Yet at this moment, the black-clad knight behind him remained silent, sitting upright on the horse, without even a tremor in the cavalry lance in his hand.
Elite!
Undeniably elite!
Bondi glanced over at his men hidden within the makeshift fortifications, whispering apologies in his heart.
He couldn't bring them back alive.
He would join them in death.
He hoped there would be no blame.
It took a good dozen seconds for Pashang to finish laughing. He then stopped and looked at Holle with mocking eyes, speaking in a playful tone: "When I place Bondi's head in front of you, I hope you will still be so confident."
After speaking, Pashang looked at Bondi.
"I originally wanted to leave you a whole corpse."
"But unfortunately..."
The malicious words were filled with a thick layer of intrigue.
This was rhetorical maneuvering.
The most superficial kind.
Normally, it wouldn't work.
However, it was different when life and death were at stake.
