Fynn still remembered that Adrian was completely powerless against him the first time they had met. At that time, he wasn’t the slightest bit bothered with Adrian. He just saw Adrian as a tool like the other villagers—someone to take risks for him in the ancient ruins and retrieve some treasures. But then Adrian kept getting stronger. In just twenty days, he had far surpassed them all. Even among the Warlords, he was a formidable presence.

"Hansen said, I told you—”

"Shut up. Are we supposed to be afraid of him when there are so many of us?" Alistair said coldly.

Hansen shrugged helplessly, but seeing the villager who died at Adrian's hands, he felt a pang of heartache. It wasn't because he cared about their lives. If he had cared, he wouldn't have sat firmly in the position of chief for over two hundred years, nor would he have issued such commands. The reason for his heartache was the significant losses they had already suffered in the previous battles. Now, being slaughtered by A