章 636: Battle for Prodson Palace

Of course, Leader Rokkal noticed the cocky, scheming grin on his son's face. "If you're so happy to die, then just kill yourself already! Stop wasting my time!"

The three assassins parted to give the incoming Rokkal a free path forward. They shook their heads. None of them wanted to keep thinking about Rofar's strange smile. Instead, the three of them shifted focus to Captain Khas and the drake. 

Chrrring! FRRRIP! Splat…

"Oh? You saved your life, just barely… Not bad."

A clash of battle and a splash of blood… Both sounds appeared from behind the assassins, sending shivers crawling up their spines. 

"HOW ARE YOU HERE?!!" 

Rokkal stopped his sprint to fully face his new opponent. And Rokkal's overboiling anger had immediately been reduced to a simmer. Because, despite Rokkal's shock and newfound frustration, Rokkal knew that survival was officially on the line. 

The territory advisor also stopped running, speechless.