With this not-so-pleasant laughter, more mournful and tragic laughter also erupted.
The one making the sound was the undead hero:
"Dracula is right..."
"Musalou, since you respect combat so much, why don't you personally charge into battle?"
"What lies before you is merely an ordinary human fortress, which is impossible for you to not be able to handle..."
"You led your own team on one charge, and didn't you take the fortress directly?"
"And wouldn't this also satisfy your bloodthirsty desires?"
The undead hero was indeed a being of two worlds, speaking with a sharp and sarcastic tone that made one want to slap him.
Musalou, of course, was no exception.
After a cold snort, Musalou squinted at the undead hero:
"Oh? Kel'Thuzad, you think I don't know you're hoping I'll have an accident and die?"
"I estimate you agreed to this strategy primarily with that in mind, right?"
"If hero-level units like us die, you could steal our remains and immediately elevate your own strength. What need would you have to scheme with us?"
"This fortress before us, though it appears to pose no threat..."
"But if someone within were to play dirty, who knows?"
The undead hero Kel'Thuzad cackled ominously:
"What, are you afraid I'll betray our alliance and harm you in battle?"
"You think so? You truly underestimate me, Kel'Thuzad!"
"In the entire undead realm, who doesn't know of Kel'Thuzad's upright reputation? How could someone like you, who walks openly in the world, slander me?"
"Musalou, if you're scared yourself and can't bear to admit it, you can choose to remain silent..."
"There's no need to find an excuse for yourself by falsely accusing me, right?"
Musalou, provoked by Kel'Thuzad's words, his usually green face turned instantly red:
"You walking skeleton, who are you talking to!"
"You think I'm afraid of this?"
"Let me tell you the truth! Forget this insignificant little fortress..."
"Even if you, with your vast undead army, infuriate me, I'll still chop you down!"
"If you don't believe me, just try it!"
Kel'Thuzad's laughter grew more desolate.
Seeing his exaggerated expression, it seemed as though he would laugh his jawbone off:
"Since you want to come, then come!"
"I won't say much, but if you want to strike me, I can stand still and let you hack away..."
"Don't talk about dodging or evading, I won't even move an inch!"
Musalou felt his face burning with embarrassment and anger. He furiously drew a shining greatsword from his back:
"Kel'Thuzad, do you really think I dare not?"
Kel'Thuzad fell silent now, standing there with a smile, his provocative aura reaching its peak.
Seeing this, Musalou finally could not contain himself, and with a low roar, he actually drew his sword and lunged forward to strike Kel'Thuzad's head.
But just as he was about to strike, the elven hero, who had remained silent, finally spoke:
"Enough! Stop this nonsense!"
"We have many important matters to attend to on this outing. Let's not waste time on meaningless things!"
"Have you forgotten that we came with the entrustment of that esteemed person, and it cannot be lost!"
"You all know that esteemed person's methods better than I do. The consequences of dereliction of duty should be self-evident, no?"
"If we delay the great matter because of such trivialities, then hoho..."
Hearing the elven hero's words, Musalou's sword halted immediately, and Kel'Thuzad's smile receded by eighty percent.
Clearly, the "esteemed person" the elven hero spoke of was someone they were very unwilling to offend.
Looking at the two sheepish figures, the elven hero snorted again:
"Musalou, your hot temper really needs to be curbed..."
"You're so old, why are you still so easily provoked?"
"Don't you remember how much trouble your temper has caused in the past? You truly learn nothing!"
"As for you... Kel'Thuzad..."
"You still have the audacity to call yourself upright?"
"Your infamous reputation, even in the entire undead realm, is the most detested. How dare you praise yourself in such a manner?"
"Next time you act so disgustingly, no one will stop Musalou..."
The elven hero's impartiality in scolding both of them fully demonstrated his balanced approach, thus preventing Musalou and Kel'Thuzad from feeling resentment.
Therefore, both of them outwardly accepted the elven hero's criticism without further aggressive remarks.
However, as these two calmed down, Dracula on the side chimed in again:
"Anor, why bother with so many words for those two stubborn barbarians?"
"If they insist on seeking death, then so be it. What does it have to do with us?"
"These people who cannot appreciate the most basic art are a waste of the world's resources and nourishment by living."
"Only those of us with refined tastes and noble pursuits are worthy of surviving in the universe!"
The elven hero, addressed as Anor, immediately felt a headache coming on.
These three, not one of them gave her any peace...
How could she be so unlucky as to inherit these three troublesome tasks from that esteemed person!
Fortunately, with the pressure from that esteemed person as a backup, these three dared not truly act out of line, merely engaging in verbal sparring.
If they insisted on babbling like this, she could bear with it, as long as it didn't delay the important matters.
With this thought, Anor took a deep breath:
"Alright! Stop the commotion! It's time for us to prepare the specific attack plan!"
"Although this is just an ordinary small fortress before us, adhering to the principle of foolproofness, we still need to..."
As Anor was speaking, large swathes of blue light suddenly appeared in the sky above what they called the "small fortress," the Nagasaki Fortress.
Along with these blue lights came magnetic fields that fluctuated at extreme speeds and energy that blazed so brightly it blinded the eyes.
"Is that... a charge-up for a magic crystal cannon?!"
"The opposite small fortress dares to take the initiative to attack?!"
Anor's expression immediately turned a mix of astonishment and disbelief.