“Damn it! This punk’s tougher than I thought. We’re in real trouble if this keeps up,” Connor said, swinging his twin blades relentlessly. Every strike was aimed at Axel’s vital points.

But Axel was quick. He weaved in and out of reach and avoided direct confrontation. It was obvious he was just stalling for time.

“Sir Prescott should be far enough by now. There’s no point dragging this out. Let’s fall back.”

Sensing the futility of their efforts, Dave considered retreating. He didn’t fear death, but he wasn’t about to waste his life for nothing.

Since Warrick had escaped, their interception mission was also completed.

“You guys hold him off. The rest of you, fall back with me.”

Connor was decisive. Realizing they weren’t making any progress, he quickly ordered a retreat and left a few decoys behind to buy time.

They had barely run a hundred yards when a wave of soldiers suddenly appeared at the alley’s entrance. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, filled the narrow space and completely blocked any chance of escape.

“Fall back!”

Connor and Dave exchanged a glance.

Without hesitation, they turned and bolted in the opposite direction. With fewer than a hundred men, charging into an enemy several times their size would be suicide.

The sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps echoed from ahead, and the ground beneath them started to shake.

Connor and Dave skidded to a halt. Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at the distance.

of the road, a

and their faces were hidden behind menacing masks. They were tall, their eyes sharp, and radiated a deadly authority. Their presence was even more intimidating than that of the

“Draken Guardians?”

they saw the emblem on the

Black Dragon Army of West Lucozia was already the most elite

the crop, handpicked from thousands of

one was a master in their own

was dire. Neither had expected the legendary Draken

moment they appeared, Connor and Dave knew there

were confident they could fight their

had regrouped with the

They were caught between a fierce force ahead and

to run or

Draken Guardians came to a stop. A broad-shouldered, imposing middle -aged general

Connor and Dave before he spoke in a cold,

simple, but they carried a powerful

who achieved great feats during the castle’s

Connor or Dave-he two small fry-but Warrick, who was

enough to warrant the Draken

“What should we do?”

glanced at Connor, and his grip

by a vow. They didn’t need to live on the same day, month,

we

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255