These names deeply shocked Prince Feiseli.
He felt as if his entire worldview was undergoing an unprecedented assault.
'Gnolls? Kobolds? These guys are attacking the Centaur King City?'
In Robson's previous life, this news would have been as shocking as black people storming Jerusalem.
"Ha! These Gnolls are truly courting death!" Prince Feiseli sneered.
"Your Highness, we must dispatch the troops quickly! They're about to break into the city!"
"Hmph! What's the rush? They're just a bunch of low-level races, nothing more."
"Someone! Go summon Quintus and have the army prepare. I'm going to go exterminate these bastards!" Prince Feiseli sneered.
"Should we... call for General Quintus?"
"Quintus? Why call for him? A bunch of Gnolls isn't enough to warrant a general of my Centaur Royal Court taking action," Prince Feiseli said.
A mob of Gnolls was practically a free military achievement. How could Prince Feiseli possibly let anyone else in on it?
