Bam!
Baron Rutherford flew backward and slammed the ground so hard that all the bones in his body began to hurt.
He saw a life flash before his eyes but for some reason he was alive. Unbeknownst to him, Alec's spear had pierced through over a dozen of his men and still plunged into a hill with a might sound.
The wind carried by the spear took him off his feet and slammed him hard.
Tapk! Tapk!
Alec walked up to him and looked into his eyes. "Orders are to spare your life but you will work. You will work in the mines for the rest of your life."
Baron Rutherford's pupils shook.
What rank was this man before him?
How could such a powerful knight be in the northern part of the wasteland and serve that wretched lord?
Rutherford began to question if the House Ashbourne had been gathering their wealth and fortune for decades just to groom such a powerful troop. Was that young lord truly the one in charge?
