"Bron is dead? What a piece of trash!"
A new commander had arrived outside Stormwind City. His aura was dense, tinged with a trace of brutality. He was Bo Lin, who had come from Emerald City.
Bo Lin was highly renowned within Fasqi's faction. He was a descendant of the lord's family, a pureblood Naga Priest, and a dragon-level Elemental Priest who had lived for tens of millions of years. After only two eras, he had already crossed one foot into the star level. He was one of the faction's four head priests, with a bright future ahead of him.
But honestly, the original commander and the two Banshees in the group were somewhat worried about the arrival of this reinforcement. The mission was far from simple, yet at this crucial moment, the higher-ups had not sent a reliable veteran priest to take charge. Instead, they had sent Bo Lin, this arrogant bastard who thought nothing of anyone.
Besides, no one knew what he had been through. He seemed even more irritable than before.
The scout guard who had come with him could only glance helplessly at his young master, not knowing what to say.
During the battle for Emerald City, those few people's performance had successfully shown the young master that there was always someone better. They had humbled him while still allowing him to survive unscathed. The guard felt that the result had almost perfectly followed the script Fasqi had wanted.
Unfortunately, that script clearly had not produced the effect Fasqi had expected. After suffering that setback, his young master had not only learned to rein in his arrogance but had instead exposed another weakness.
Cowardice!
After witnessing the other side's terrifying strength, he had decisively chosen Parting Ways with them. The monitoring mission his lady had assigned