"My lord," Lance nocked his bow with a wary gaze fixed on the Senior Grand Knight ahead.
Lind raised his hand to stop him, "You take the men inside."
In agility and swift slaughter, Lance and the Ice Bow were more efficient than he was.
That Ice Bow, in his hands, had become a butcher's blade.
Having Lance tangle with a Senior Grand Knight here was a waste of combat prowess.
Lance departed with his men, leaving only Lind and the red-eyed man behind.
The opponent was burly and toothless, which made him look somewhat comical.
Flames erupted behind Lind. The golden dragon skin plate armor crafted by Dragon Skin Armorer Bard had taken many factors into consideration. His love for mechanisms and transformations meant that whenever Lind moved, his armor would adapt in various small ways to ensure it moved with his body.
The Carrion Queen's Broken Sword, as Lind lunged forward, pointed at the toothless Senior Grand Knight.
