Chapitre 1508: Chapter 1348: War 3

As for Rairhan, the sensation and sound of the friction between his jaw and steel armor was able to temporarily calm the surging flames in him. He liked it this way as this momentary peace meant that there would be much more violent eruptions ahead. He couldn't wait to charge forward, lead his subordinates against the enemies, and trample them into ashes.

''S-Sir Commander."

A feeble voice sounded.

Rairhan came to a slight halt and turned to the flustered young man, who appeared to be no different from the short-lived slaves. He looked miserable, skinny, and had messy long hair sticking to his face. A pitch-black cloak wrapped his body and the red substrate could be vaguely seen. The young man hugged a white cat in his arms, nodding, and bowing to