He gasped for breath and then gritted his teeth, "The vice-captain is dead, Mr. Xiaya, he told us to stop these monsters at all costs."
He paused, "So leave this place to us, boss, you get going and stop Toragotos, please."
Fang Hong was slightly taken aback.
He couldn't help but think of that leader of the Silver Weslan Knights from the top domestic guild—a man who seemed to have no pretentious airs or presence and always followed Sophie's orders, coordinating with these young knights of Silver Weslan—but he must have been an excellent Invoker, a qualified Knight.
Fang Hong felt a twinge of regret in his heart; he probably hadn't expected the man to die in this place, possibly with no second chance to return, and he didn't even know the man's ID until now.
But at this moment, ID was no longer important. Fang Hong silently nodded his head.
"Be careful, there may be Dragon's Claw minions nearby," Ran Qingzhu warned again.
