Seth Russell almost couldn't help but burst into laughter.
It was truly exhilarating.
In the past, he was merely a small-time elder leading the team from the Vaughn Mountain Range, among many team leaders, he was at the bottom, subject to endless ridicule.
But Vaughn Mountain Range was relatively weak, and in the last tournament, not a single person from there became an Aethelgard Divine Guard; this made him increasingly overlooked.
He once dreamed, fantasizing that Vaughn Mountain Range could produce a few peerless geniuses, shaking the various territories, allowing him to hold his head high.
But he knew, it was just a dream, utterly impossible.
Yet now, all of this had come true, could he not be thrilled?
Those who looked down on him before, didn't they come to befriend him one by one?
"Marshall Morgan, Connor Adler, it's all thanks to you!"
Seth Russell sighed, his gaze clearly fixed on the two youths on the battle stage.
