Chapter 69: The Seventh (25)

"AAAAAAHHHH HELP! HELP ME AAH!!!"

One of the Human soldiers at the eastern side of Frostfront cried in agony, as the flames of a Wyverns breath lovingly embraced his being.

Sizzling his flesh, and his eye balls popping out their sockets.

He teeth gnashing loudly, resembling two rocks being vigorously rubbed against one another.

*Plop!*

The breath of life escaped him, along with the smoke rising from his charred flesh.

The eerie smell of grilled meat wafted over to the nostrils of his two remaining colleagues who were desperately gasping for air, their Mana Pool slowly running dry, evident in the dim hues that crackled around their beings.

Injuries that suggested they had been desperately fighting for their lives riddled their bodies, their once proud and smug expressions were no more.

What adorned their faces now were expressions of pure terror.

[Where did it go wrong?]

[Where did these Wyverns come from?]