Throne of the Myriad Civilizations
Chapter 1281

The Misfortune

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"WAAAAGH! What did you say? Say that again!"

Accompanied by an obviously frayed state of mind, the Green Skin Emperor reached out and grabbed the Goblin Wolf Cavalryman kneeling below and giving his report.

His emotional outburst caused him to lose control of his strength for a moment. There was a crisp crack, and the fragile Goblin Wolf Cavalryman instantly went limp. Inside the tent, every Green Skin fell silent in fear.

The Green Skin camp believed in strength above all else. Compared with ordinary Green Skins, one had to admit that while the Green Skin Emperor possessed formidable strength, he also had a mind far sharper than that of an average Green Skin. Otherwise, he could never have become emperor.

But at the same time, there was no denying that he was a typical tyrant! Or rather, the Green Skin camp was a hotbed of tyrants!

No one dared provoke him at a time like this. Whenever he became agitated, a single slip of the hand could cost someone their life.

"WAAAAGH! Useless! Useless! You're all damn useless!!"

This time, the Green Skin Emperor had never imagined that a plan he considered foolproof could still run into such a problem!

Unable to accept it for a moment, he slammed the Goblin Wolf Cavalryman's corpse onto the ground. The tremendous force smashed the body into a heap of minced flesh. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the chunks splattered across the surrounding Green Skins, yet not one of them dared move.

Seven fighters at the Vajra Realm level! And they had even been given a sufficiently large army!

Normally speaking, with this force deployed, they would have had more than enough to wipe out any allied faction other than the Holy Roland Empire.

Yet this time, they had actually been stymied by

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