Chương 185: Well of Supression

It'd been over an hour since they left the battlefield. They were just a few miles away from reaching the Capital Ceston. The Left Minister eyed the constantly healing healers and then a nefarious light passed through his eyes. He fished out a dagger from his left shoe and slit the windpipe of one healer. The blood spattered as the healer clutched his neck trying to block the blood-leakage. 

Other healers jumped in shock, "What are you doing?" one of them shouted. The Left Minister, however, didn't stop. He thrust his dagger again and pierced the eye of the one who shouted. Others looked terrified. They were healers, not battle-mage. They could not fight the Left Minister even if they wanted to, so it took almost no effort for him to deal with them.