The waves of energy from the red spiritual dragon behind Ludwig made him feel very uneasy. Compared to that, this chubby man with a wooden sword in his hand looked like a clown.
After all, what harm would a wooden sword do to him?
"F*cking idiot!" Ludwig muttered under his breath.
As the waves of danger crept closer and closer to him, Ludwig rushed forward without any hesitation.
Denvor would undoubtedly be easier to get rid of compared to Isaac. At least, that was what he thought.
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