Saleen hid in the room and patiently observed what was happening outside. He was not worried about the Three Kings, he was only worried that the gold grand swordmaster would suddenly rush up. Now, the gold grand swordmaster was three miles away and the five-thousand strong black-armored army was ready to march off. If the gold grand swordmaster wanted to, he would be able to reach the city wall in half a minute. Nothing would be able to slow him down, not even alchemy arrows.
The gold grand swordmaster was not a magic beast, but even his agility was not something that mages could hope to surpass. He could fly faster than most sorcerers and his burst of speed over short distances was something that even grade-9 sorcerers would not be able to match.
