Chapitre 170: Despair?

"General Raoul...Finally…after 2000 years...You have fallen into my hands…" A dark and heavy voice sounded in the darkness before fire torches began to light up around the whole place.

Viktor didn't need to use his night vision to see how he was in the underground dungeon of the mansion, which was originally built to hold prisoners or even for torture as far as he knew.

However, he was least bothered about the dungeon after hearing this sinistrous voice.

Although the voice seemed a bit more stiff and heavy, Viktor felt as if he was familiar with this voice.

"Having a hard time remembering me, General? Or was I such a lowly existence to have not made a mark in your memory? Or maybe...you really didn't care about your village I destroyed and burned...Haa...I wish I was there myself..." The voice let out a sigh of regret.

Viktor clenched his fists as he mumbled a name, "Borin…"