Chapitre 449: Prince Findir of The Northern Wind (13)

The young man covered his mouth, preventing him from conceding. Everybody felt a chill shoot down their spine as the young man sealed Loci's lips with wind and walked over to the sharp sword now glistening in the sun. Everybody now knew just how dangerous we had made it… but somehow it was now being used against us?

To everybody's horror, the dark elf's face devoid of expression tilted upwards into a sadistic smile. Loci turned towards me, attempting to call out for help, but the only he was met with was a cold glare. I wasn't about to help him. I wasn't about to join in on the embarrassment. 

SHING SHING SHING SHING SHING SHING SHING SHING SHING SHING 

Over and over and over and over and over he was stabbed with the sword easily puncturing his flesh. He writhed and screamed, only able to display such emotions through his eyes that looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.