William's fury grew ever fiercer.
Qian Wendao, that lowly ant, had actually dared to reject negotiations right to his face in such a ridiculous fashion.
Even more unbearable was the fact that his elite subordinates had been caught completely off guard by Qian Wendao's pathetic suicide performance, allowing the natives' counterattack to kill more than a dozen of them!
Not far away, Sima Ji, Granny Hua, and Alan, who was holding a teddy bear, watched the First Domain's miserable predicament with cold indifference, as though enjoying a circus.
None of those three had the slightest intention of coming over to discuss a strategy. They only wanted to stay out of it.
The enemy overestimated themselves, his subordinates had a death wish, and his vassals failed to appreciate what was good for them.
What frustrated William most was that he had single-handedly orchestrated this entire mess.
He could not even find a scapegoat to vent his anger on.
Not only could he not lose his temper, but once this damned battle was over, he would even have to put on the air of a leader and comfort Margaret.
At the thought, William's gaze involuntarily fell on Margaret, who remained respectfully at his side, and his feelings grew even more complicated.
Margaret had led two expeditions here before, taking only a handful of the First Domain's elites with her in total.
Faced with these cunning natives' ambushes, she had escaped unscathed, leaving the people from the other three domains to die in her place.
But what had happened when he personally led the army?
This grand expedition had cost the First Domain more than twenty high-level combatants at domain sequence level two or above!
This was not merely a reduction in numbers. It was a heavy blow to his personal prestige.
And