Kapitel 954: Chapter 954- Seventh Trial (2)

Amidst this chaos stood a figure, towering over the rest, a presence that demanded respect without having to ask. His armor was a patchwork of scars and dents, each one telling stories of battles survived, and wars endured.

Across his shoulder was slung a massive longsword, its blade nicked from overuse, but no less menacing for it. This was Knight-Marshall Dravik Kaldor or otherwise also known as 'Ironjaw'.

His voice was like thunder, deep and heavy and vulgar words flowed out of his mouth like water thus giving him his nickname.

"Listen up, you pack of soft-limbed greenhorns! I don't care if your daddy was some two-bit lord or a bloody pig farmer!"

His voice roared across the training grounds like a landslide crashing down a mountain. The soldiers snapped to attention, their spines stiffening under the weight of his gaze.