Bab 37: We Will Feast in the Hall of Heroes

"Guide the King and Prince to the camp! Do not let a single beast near them!" General Toby's booming voice only added more paces to Ísar's rapidly beating heart as soon as they'd teleported to the battlegrounds.

The Southern lands of Ogronevia were usually shielded by an ancient wall and old protective magic from the time of Mother, so thankfully, the main cities were safe. The issue was the surrounding villages closer to the shore.

They had teleported to the farback edges of one of them stationed on higher ground, the campsite visible to the left of them. They were above the massive beach and Ísar could still see the fierce battle between his knights and the monsters.

It was a bloody massacre. The stuff of nightmares and war stories Ísar wished were confined to the words of books.