"D*mn it, it is as I expected! Blackmoon Castle has a connection to the border count."
Sven swore as he spread his combat aura wings and fled.
Since more than half of his subordinates were dead or injured, streaks of greenish-gray air currents drifted from the corpses in the distance and gathered on his body; it helped to increase his speed.
When he looked backward, he saw five mages used magic to bombard the ground. He knew that they were silver-tier mages.
Five silver-tier mages! Only the border count, who was in charge of the Fairy Castle, had people with such strength. Coupled with the 50 silver-tier warriors, it was as easy as crushing a dead branch. Did the border count transfer all his elites there?
Who was the child on the wall? Was he the border count's illegitimate son?
There were too many things on his mind, but Sven did not have time to think about them. He knew that if he did not run, he would die.
Whoosh!
