"Did you really see it?" Shan Ruan stood up from the ironwood chair and walked step by step to the messenger, "Is it really the Holy Alliance's banner on Fat Cow Castle?"
The messenger remained silent, only nodding while sweating profusely, fearful of angering the Ogre Warlord.
Earlier, a messenger reported that the Holy Alliance had crushed a force of twenty thousand servant soldiers, and his head was spun several times by Shan Ruan's slap.
This time, however, Shan Ruan unusually didn't fly into a rage; he merely waved his hand wearily, signaling the messenger to leave.
Though the news was shocking, Shan Ruan seemed devoid of emotion, showing no sign of surprise.
Reaching this point in the conflict, the Warlord had determined that unless Serafe appeared personally, the Northern Army was doomed to lose.
Shan Ruan could distinctly feel that something intangible was changing.
Specifically, it was more like a shift in momentum.
