"Your grace! You must keep on running. The slaves are closing in!"
"I will not let myself fall in the hands of those slaves!" Duke Taleba fumed as he continued to run in some dense forest. When he fought that orange-haired slave before, he didn't expect that he would be defeated like this easily. When they clashed, he felt like his magic and strength became temporarily gone.
"What do the empire and the eight tribes even doing? Why they didn't send us any reinforcements?" One of the knights said as he looked around to see if the surrounding was clear.
The duke gnashed his teeth to the point he could taste some blood on them.
'Those fools, they must be rejoicing to my predicament right now. Just so they wait, if I solve this, I will return every single of them.' The duke clenched his fist as they continued to move ahead in the denseness of the forest.
