He wanted to fight them on the battlefield, showcasing his martial skills and blood courage, and eventually cutting them down. This was the battle he desired.
As for those wizards, besides playing with those ridiculous tricks, what else could they do?
"What's the matter, is there something more you haven't told me?"
Seeing the middle-aged knight hesitating, Ares asked curiously.
"This..."
Hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged knight took out a gift box from behind him.
"Your Highness, this is the gift that the witch gave you after expressing her disappointment."
"She said their meticulously made golems, which could even fight Titans in close combat, probably wouldn't have the chance to test the War God's sharpness. Fortunately, she still had a gift that would be very suitable for you now, Your Highness."
"Because this was offered to you, I didn't dare to open it... It's just that, Your Highness, wizards are deceitful, there might be an evil curse in here."
"A curse?"
