The Protector Novel

To his dismay, every one kept quiet. Any sane person would choose the Four Basilisks over a Malcom Langston.

If they were able to survive the battle, their names would be sung by many.

To win the Northern Demon while having the Four Basilisks as their commanders would be the utmost honor one could receive.

And once the battle was over, the future would be smooth sailing, both in Erudia and among their families.

Even if they perished on the battleground, as a warrior, their family would receive certain compensations.

However, if they chose Levi, they were very likely to meet their end.

On top of that, they would naturally be known as soldiers who had committed desertion.

Thus, it wasn’t worth the risk to follow Levi.

There was a long pause.

Right when Heracles wanted to let out another laugh, out of nowhere, a few people shouted, “We’re gonna die anyway. Shouldn’t we die a more honorable death? Isn’t it better to have a choice? Let’s uproot that devil with our own hands!”

“Hey, brother. We’re coming with you!”

“Us too!”

towards Levi at first, and slowly, the number increased, and the

numbers were barely noticeable in a squad of

You’ll die miserably! You’ll regret

was fuming as he spewed

and his team of thirty-eight men left. They planned

completely out of sight, Heracles and the rest of the Four Basilisks reconsidered their

decided to have a change of tactics! You’re not going to fight on your own but side by side with

going to give our best so you can go

Scrap the Suicide

cheers of approval

didn’t they have to die, but

their own people would be welcoming them home with open arms

sink their fingers into their

close to

have just left are a bunch of blockheads and fools. They

the lucky ones and it’s not our time to die

up. We’re leaving

share their two cents on what had just

seriously think that they could