Capítulo 440: Dragon Hoard

Tut pulled his blade away from Frey's throat, although his cautious gaze lingered. He cleared his throat: "Men, return to your business. I'll handle this."

In a single flourish, the members of Dragon Hoard turned on their heels, sheathed their blades, and marched back to their work, looking as though nothing had happened.

Doevm and Frey exchanged a look. As stupid as Frey could be, even he could recognize when men held their leader with respect. It was an instinct that both Jameson and Wade had beaten into him. It seemed to irk him all the same time, his expression inexplicably darkening.

"I'm sorry Chieftain. He's weirdly strong," Junior said in between gasps for air. He remained on the ground, inching away from Doevm.

Tut looked down at his fallen soldier with a mix of emotions. His tattoos emphasized his upturned lips, yet there was no malice. "Get off your ass. As punishment, you are to remain at your post until we finish up here."